#i was being yelled at for nibbles inside AND outside the house which is. a new one HJF

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going outside bc im helping momther by turning the car on to warm up before work and i hear just the loudest mrrrp mowmow?? and anyways miss ma'am and mr man were under the house at Least til this morning,

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🌻Small Town Girl🌻 ~ Part 2

Tex Johnson thought he was just passing through…until he set his eyes on you. 

Part 2 of a little Tex x Reader fic for my beloved @treedaddymcpuffpuff. ILYSM!😘

Warnings: mentions of past spousal abuse, mentions of animal abuse, religious trauma...you know, the usual social problems of depressed rural america... I can say that because I live here. divider by saradika part 1

2. 

You’re a heavy sleeper, but this takes the cake.

When you stagger into your kitchen and look out the window Tex’s Chevelle is parked half in your gravel driveway, half in your yard. And tethered to your fence post munching green grass to his heart’s content is a certain miniature equine who you’d tried to acquire with cold hard cash the night before.

Fuck.

You march outside in your threadbare nightgown and your bare feet, finding Tex asleep in the driver’s seat. How the hell did he even get this horse here with that car?

If he put Ziggy in the trunk you are going to murder him.

You pound on the window, and he wakes with a violent start. “Popsicles!”

“What?”

He looks around, before fixing on you, and seems to relax a hair. “Mornin’, darlin’.”

“What. The fuck. Did you do?”

“Uh…funny story…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What? Didn’t you want this horse?”

“Yeah, but…” You pull at your hair, feeling a migraine coming on already. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”

You turn in the dew-wet grass to go check on Ziggy. You hear Tex exiting the car behind you. “Don’t be mad, baby.”

“I’m not mad,” you answer sadly, running your fingers through the little horse’s coarse blond mane. “I’m scared.”

Ziggy nibbles at your fingers with his meaty lips, wanting the treats he associates you with. He was going to need a whole lot more than molasses cookies though. You could already tell how your day was going to go.

“Don’t be scared either, darlin’,” Tex says behind you.

“Easy for you to say. You realize this is the first place Dale is gonna come look? And he’ll probably bring Donnie too.”

Nevermind the restraining order you have. It won’t stop him. He’s friends with half the sheriff’s deputies anyway. The Barksdales are damn near untouchable. You learned that the oh so hard way.

“Honey, I’m not going to let them hurt you.” 

For the sake of the horse you keep your temper in check, moderating your voice when all you want to do is yell. “What are you going to do? Watch over me every minute of the day?” He lifts his brows like he likes that idea–you do too, which is batshit insane, because you don’t actually know a goddamn thing about this man.

“Hold on. How did you even know where I live?”

He shrugs. “Not hard to find out, if you know where to look.”

“Well that’s not creepy at all.”

You guess all he’d have to do is ask at the gas station–your family’s been here long enough that it’s basically common knowledge.

You stand there in your faded floral muumuu and your bare feet, toe to toe with this tall dark man and if you had any sense you would be afraid…but you’re not. You’re not because you just don’t think he’ll hurt you. You feel it in your bones and you haven’t had that certainty about any man in so long you can’t remember, and it’s driving you a little wild inside.

“I need my boots,” you sigh, and brush past him to go back to the house.

***

You put Ziggy in the farthest back stall of your barn, where he’ll be out of sight should anyone come looking. With a flake of hay and some grains in his bucket, he seems perfectly content, the sweet sound of him munching filling the old oak building. You lean on a rough sawn post and watch him with a storm in your heart, wondering how long its been since he’d been able to eat his fill.

There will be a price to pay for this little horse’s well being, and you decide whatever it is will be worth it, even if you are afraid. Tex’s presence might deter vengeance for a little while, but he won’t be here forever. You know he won’t, no matter how nice it is to think it, so you’d better be ready.

You were going to have to think on this.

But first, you were going to have to call the ferrier. Luckily you had a friend who wouldn’t rat you out to the Barksdales. Angela was tough as nails and didn’t kowtow to their bullshit. 

It occurs to you that maybe the best thing for Ziggy, and the best thing for you, might be to get this horse far away from here. You wouldn’t put it past Dale or Donnie or one of his other heartless relatives to sneak into your barn in the dead of night and do something awful. There wouldn’t be a whole lot you could do about it either.

You’ve had this horse for about 5 seconds, and the thought of giving him up already breaks your heart.

Tex has been standing silently beside you. You feel his eyes on you, but in what you suspect is a rare occurrence, he’s not running his mouth, giving you space to think. But when you give a heavy sigh he finally breaks. “Come on, darlin’, I thought this would make you happy. It kills me to see you sad.” He opens his arms to you, but you eye them warily. It’s too tempting by far. The way this man is dangerous to you, is that you could get too used to his company too quick.

“You want breakfast?” you deflect.

He nods, those dark eyes taking the measure of you, looking through you, you’re afraid, right into your soul. “Sure.” But he doesn’t move, still just looking at you. 

“What?” you grouse.

Your annoyance only makes him grin.

“Did I mention you’re the cutest little thing in a muumuu and muck boots this side of the Mississippi?”

You roll your eyes, not believing him for a minute. Your hair is still in its bird’s nest of a sleeping braid and you haven’t had your coffee yet. With hands on your hips you look him over too. He’s still wearing the same shirt as last night, and his eyes are a little bloodshot.

“Did you tie one on last night and steal that horse?”

He scrubs at the back of his neck, looking all the while like a guilty schoolboy. “Well…about that…”

This is the thing that finally breaks through your black mood, lifting your sorrow like a blanket. The thought of this man committing grand theft pony–dare you think it, for you–brings a small smile to your lips, and a whole lot of sunshine to your heart.

“Tell me in the house. I’m hungry.” When he doesn’t immediately budge you turn him by the shoulders and give him a shove. Without really thinking about it, you smack his ass for good measure. That tight little behind is round, and firm, and you bite your lip without meaning to, wishing it was something else.

He makes a show of jumping with surprise, smirking at you knowingly over his shoulder. “Watch it, baby girl, or I’mma get myself a handful next,” he warns you with a wicked glint in his eye that makes your insides churn. 

You don’t know what insane notion possesses you, when you stick out your tongue at him– and run. 

You're smarter than this. You know you don't run from a predator. You face them down and smack them on the nose. 

His laughter from right behind you makes an electric thrill zip from your heart to your toes. Dear Lord. No man should be this much fun. 

He really is like a drug, and you don’t know what you were thinking running from him, because you are not fast, and you are clumsy, but somehow it’s him behind you who lets out a surprised yell.

You turn to find Tex with his foot in a hole up to his calf. “Oh my god. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” He extricates himself, and you both peer down into a tunnel running under the aisle of your dirt floor barn. You look at the direction, and follow it to an unoccupied stall. Throwing open the door, you find mounds and mounds of freshly disturbed earth.

“Motherfucker. That groundhog is back.”

Tex looks at the impressive damage with eyebrows raised high. “Goddam. You sure it ain’t a bear? Or a rogue bulldozer?”

“Yes. I can’t deal with this now. Come on.” You take his hand, pulling him towards the house, and he happily follows.

You pause at the front door. “Umm…it’s going to be chaos for a minute. Fair warning.” Then you lead him into the fray.

Chichi is a tiny black and tan tornado at your feet, yipping and screaming. You shake a treat can and hand one to Tex. “Give this to him if you want to live.”

Raising an eyebrow, Tex complies, crouching down to the little dog’s level to offer the morsel. Chichi gobbles it and quiets down, switching to sniffing and licking as Tex scratches his side. His hand is almost as big as your dog, and it touches your heart, how sweet he is to the little creature. Satisfied, Chichi runs back to you for a snuggle.

“We good now?” you ask the little chihuahua. He licks you fervently, and you laugh, setting him back down on the floor. Your bulldog reacts in the exact opposite manner, not even getting out of her bed, only deigning to open one eye to regard your visitor. Your conure has joined in the cacophony, and will not quiet until you give him a piece of apple.

“I hope you like fresh eggs and bacon, it’s all I got.”

“Alright.” He seems amused by you, and the happy mayhem of your home, looking around with a sparkle in his eye. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Sure.” You point him in the right direction and go to the kitchen, lighting a burner under your cast iron skillet. You busy yourself with frying bacon and cracking eggs and filling the kettle for coffee. You are so concentrated on your task that it takes you a moment to notice Tex leaning on the door jam–sans shirt.

You blink, and nearly put your hand in the hot pan. “You forget something?” you ask, trying like hell not to stare at the broad expanse of muscled torso before you. Jesus fucking christ, that’s not fair.

“My clean shirts are back at the motel,” he defends. 

His hair is slightly damp from washing up, looking unfairly edible.

He sidles closer, and you notice the top button of his jeans is undone. A long scar runs down the center of his abdomen, leading your eye to a dark patch of hair that disappears into his waistband. 

Evil. This man is pure evil–and you want to taste every inch of him.

“My eyes are up here, darlin’,” he says with a smirk. 

“You are a menace,” you grouse, holding up a spatula in defense as he just keeps getting closer. He smirks, looking down at the implement.

“You gonna spank me, sweetheart?”

“I would, but I’m afraid you’d like it.”

You are warm all over, and it has nothing to do with slaving over a hot stove.

“Can I help?”

Like he hasn’t helped enough.

“Sure. Pour that hot water into that carafe.”

He looks between the french press, the kettle, and you. “Ever heard of a Mr. Coffee?”

“We don’t tolerate weak coffee in this house.”

He grins at you, doing as he’s told. He even knows to stir it with a wooden spoon, which makes you think he was just pulling your leg.

While you are flipping bacon you feel him zero in behind you, the line of warmth from his body like a heat lamp at your back. “Smells wonderful,” he says, daring to touch your waist.

“It’s meat candy, what do you expect?” You’re not sure if you’re talking about the bacon, or him. 

“Hmm.” His chuckle is a low rumble behind you. You feel it reverberate in your bones. The tips of his fingers press into your sides as he grips fistfuls of your nightgown–and you–as he nuzzles your hair. The sound you make as you wiggle in his arms is almost cartoonish. He takes no mercy, laughing and holding you closer. The warm, solid line of his body behind you is divine, so wonderful you can hardly stand it.

“You are going to make me burn the bacon!” you screech in an attempt at self-defense.

“That’s alright, I’ll just eat you for breakfast,” he tells you in that low growl that makes your knees weak, ducking to nibble at your ear. It’s possible you give in for a few seconds, your head rocking back against his shoulder as he holds you. Why does it have to feel like you fit together so well? When his long fingers bunch in your skirt, pulling it up as his other hand reaches for your breast you think you might combust. In a panic you smack his hand with the spatula with a little scream, trying not to giggle. 

“Go sit down!”

With a wicked chuckle he skips out of reach before you can smack him again, collapsing into one of the old wooden kitchen chairs. His smoldering gaze meets yours, and you feel unsettled. 

This man. Lord save you.

Or not. Maybe…you don’t want to be saved.

“I don’t know how you do things in Texas, but here you don’t get to feel a girl up just because you rustled a horse for her.”

He grins, baring his teeth like he means to eat you.

“Sorry, darlin’, blame the muumuu.”

You try to keep a straight face, but in the end you fail utterly. 

“You gonna tell me how all this happened?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“No, but I should.”

“Hmm. Well, after the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met abandoned me at the fair–”

“Oh save it, Mr. L.A. stuntman.”

He grins but goes on, “I had to do something to nurse my broken heart. So I went to the aforementioned TJ’s by the creek…”

“Ok, this is starting to make sense.”

You start setting dishes of food and plates on the table. Eggs, bacon, toast, butter and jam, and of course, coffee. “And I only had one drink, because I’m a cautious sort of fellow…”

“Yes, that has been made glaringly apparent in the short time I've known you.”

He nods in agreement with a fey glint in his eye all the while. “And who walks in, but our friend Dale…”

“Oh god. You didn’t pick a fight with him, did you?”

“I did not. I went out to the parking lot, to find his horse trailer still full of petting zoo employees conveniently two cars away from mine.”

You cover your mouth, so he can’t see the absolutely feral grin forming on your lips. “You didn’t.”

“I so did. Let the goats out to disperse in the woods there, and wouldn’t you know Ziggy fit right in my passenger seat?”

You are picturing this big tough man in his muscle car peeling out down the road with that cute little horse as a co-pilot. That must be the point when you officially lose your sanity, because you crawl into his lap, planting a big kiss right on his mouth. He lets out a low moan of appreciation, cupping your rear end in his two big hands.

“Tex?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“You’re a goddamned hero.”

“I know! I’ve been trying to tell you,” he says with a grin, stealing another kiss.

You try to extricate yourself to go sit in the opposite chair, but he will not let you. You eat breakfast together, sitting in his lap, his big warm hand on your thigh while you giggle and feed each other morsels and talk, and you can’t help but feel like things might turn out afterall.

***

Tex is helping you do the dishes, or maybe distracting you from doing the dishes, because he keeps plying you with toe curling kisses, when the two of you watch a battered red Chevy pickup pull down your driveway.

“Shit,” you say, recognizing it immediately.

“Here we go. Later than I expected.”

You look up at him open mouthed, an involuntary fear response coursing through your veins, turning your limbs ice cold. “You expected?”

“It’s alright, darlin’. Stay inside.” He kisses your forehead, cradling your cheek with a sweet assurance that you want to believe in, more than anything. It would be too good to be true, to have a man who could really protect you. Someone you could just…depend on. You want it with every fiber of your being, and rather than get your shotgun and run out to the porch on bare feet, you stand there in the kitchen and watch Tex go out the door, pulling a white t-shirt down over a blocky black object tucked into the back of his jeans.

Oh Lord. 

Predictably, Dale is driving, and your blood turns to ice as your piece-of-shit ex spills out of the passenger seat. And even though you know the very Devil is standing there in your driveway, your first thought, as ever when seeing Donnie Barksdale, is damn he looks good. 

There really is something wrong with you. 

He’s wearing a flannel with the sleeves cut off and his usual trucker hat advertising some manner of farm implement (as if he’s ever worked that hard). As always, the sight of Donnie feels like a sharp knife shoved up between your ribs. No matter what he did to you, a part of you will always love that man, or at least, the boy he was when he was your friend, your first love, before he became so hell bent on destroying you. To this day, you do not understand what you ever did to that man, to make him turn on you so violently. You offered him all the love in your heart, and in turn he made you feel worthless. For a time, you actually believed it was true. Now you know better, but it’s been a long, hard road.

“Who the hell are you?” barks Donnie up at the self-assured man standing sentry on your front porch. 

“That’s not what you should be worryin’ about right now,” answers Tex, leaning on the post. 

“That a fact?” 

“Yep. The thing you should be worryin’ about is that you’re trespassin’.” 

Dale exits his truck, leaning on the dented hood. “That’s the fucker that hit me last night, Donnie.” 

Donnie nods, sizing Tex up. The thing about Donnie is…he doesn’t like to get into a fight he doesn’t know he’s going to win. And Tex is a helluva wildcard. It’s possible your no-good wife-beatin’ ex finally met his match. 

“He’s leaving out the bit about askin’ for it. Is beatin’ on y/n y/l/n just a universal pastime in this county for you boys when you run outta pigs to fuck, or what?” drawls Tex, picking at his fingernails. 

Donnie bristles at this, taking a step forward. “Motherfucker–” 

“That’s as far as you go, son,” warns Tex, producing the object from the back of his jeans. You knew it was a gun. You did not know it was that big of a gun. Donnie is wearing his usual inscrutable aviators, but Dale’s eyes go wide. 

“We’re just here to get my stolen horse, mister,” says Dale, holding his hands up. 

“Aww, you boys missin’ your lil’ pony? Better check the lost and found then. It ain’t here.” 

“We’ll have a look for ourselves,” spits Donnie, stepping towards the barn. 

Boom!

The report of the pistol is deafening, and the bullet sends up an explosion of gravel right in front of Donnie’s feet. The dogs and the bird go crazy, starting up and barking and screeching. Donnie jumps backwards three feet, his glasses falling off into the dirt. The expression of fear on his face is as rare as it is priceless. 

“You crazy asshole!”

You scoop up Chichi, trying to comfort him. The little dog trembles like a leaf in your arms. You murmur nonsense to it, but your eyes are glued to the confrontation outside, adrenaline rolling through your veins like flash flood water. You realize you’re shaking almost as badly as the dog. 

“Guilty. Ever seen a Desert Eagle? Shoots a big fuckin’ bullet. A .50 caliber round will explode your kneecap like an apple.” Tex whistles with appreciation, and you’re pretty sure Donnie goes pale. “Wanna test my aim today? I might miss and hit you in the balls.” 

You shouldn’t be enjoying this the way you are, but God did that man have it coming. 

 “We should call the Sheriff on you!” 

“Please do. This is a ‘stand your ground’ state. We can tell him about how you’re trespassing, and I’m pretty sure you ain’t supposed to be within 300 yards of that pretty little thing watchin’ us from the kitchen.” 

Donnie’s attention zeroes in on the window, and you sense it like a laser sight fixed upon you. You hate it, how just that hateful look makes you flinch. 

“Y/n!” Donnie calls. “Come out here!” 

“She don’t need to come out here,” says Tex. “She ain’t gonna save you.” 

Donnie seems actually surprised, when you do not obey him, staying put in your spot in the kitchen. 

When the two men just stand there in the driveway, frozen and speechless, Tex cocks the pistol for show. “You need another demonstration? Git!”

“This ain’t over, fucker!” spits Donnie, pointing menacingly–from a safe distance. 

“You better hope it is. Don’t come back, and if either one of you ever touches her again I’ll kill you. That’s a promise. Now get the fuck out of here!” 

Spoiling for a fight but clearly outgunned, the two men back towards the truck, slowly climbing in. “There you go. See ya, bronies!” 

Tex waves the pistol in their direction, and you hear Donnie yell at Dale, “Fuck! Drive! Drive!”

Dale peels out, leaving ruts in your gravel and a dust cloud as they go.

Tex stays on the porch watching until their truck is good and gone. When he finally makes it back into the house you are a teary-eyed little mess. When he sees you the flint in his eyes immediately softens. “Aw, don’t cry honey, c’mere.” You do, and with your head resting on the solid warm wall that is this man’s chest you start to lose it. 

“You actually did it.” 

“Course I did. I told you I would,” he says, stroking your hair as he holds you.

“But…you actually did it,” you say again, because you still cannot believe what just happened. No man has managed to stand up to Donnie Barksdale since your Grandpa, at 80 years old, who stood between you and Donnie in the very same spot on the porch, with the same 12 gauge you still keep behind the hutch, and threatened to cut your then-husband in half if he took another step closer. 

It was the last night Donnie beat on you, and broke your orbital bone, two of your teeth, and your arm. You’d escaped into the dark woods that night, and even though you are not stealthy or fast you managed by some miracle to make it through the brush and thorns and barbed wire fences the two miles to your grandparents’ farm house. It was the last straw, and you finally set the wheel in motion to divorce him the next day. 

You are not a pretty crier, but Tex lets you soak his shirt with tears and snot, holding you and murmuring sweet nonsense. “That’s right, honey, get it out. It’s ok.”

For once, it doesn’t sound like an empty placation. Donnie seemed genuinely scared of Tex, and Dale is an even bigger coward than Donnie. Maybe…they really will just leave you alone. 

Stranger things have happened. 

“I’m sorry,” you wheeze, trying to pull away to get a tissue. “I’m a mess.” 

But Tex pulls you back, not seeming to care one bit, and when his lips touch yours it really does seem like everything in the world has turned right. 

Amusingly, Chichi has been sandwiched between all this in your arms, and only just begins to put up a grumble of protest. “Oh hush, lil buddy,” says Tex, not unkindly, scratching the little dog under the chin. He does nearly the same thing to you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “You alright?”

You nod and offer a watery smile, setting the dog down on the ground. It’s not what Chichi wants, but he’ll live. “Yes. Thank you.” 

If Donnie believed what Tex said…you do too. There is something dangerous about this man. A wildness that makes his threat feel like a promise. You guess that when the law fails you, what you truly need is an outlaw who keeps his word. Yet you truly believe he’s not a danger to you. You feel safe with him, and maybe that’s the biggest miracle of all. 

“As silly as this sounds after the morning we’ve had…I really do have to go to work.” 

“Alright. I’ll drive you.” A part of you wants to say it’s not necessary. But the other half of you? Just wants to bask in this new found feeling of security while it lasts. You can’t expect Tex to stick around forever to babysit you. But for right now…god, it feels good, to not have to carry this weight all on your own shoulders. 

You kiss him again, and it is warm, and sweet as sugar cookies fresh from the oven. You melt into him, and with his strong arms around your waist, then lower, it is very hard to get up the motivation to go clean up and put on your uniform. 

“Honey, you keep kissin’ me like that and we’re not goin’ anywhere.” 

It’s embarrassing, but you know the sound you make in answer is something like a cat in heat, your fingers curling in the soft cotton of his t-shirt. You feel his words inside you–in the rhythm of your heart, and the throb of your loins. It’s damn near unbearable, this sudden restlessness you feel inside.

You don’t have anyone else to depend on, so you always have to do the responsible thing. Go to work. Get the money. Pay the bills. No one escapes the bullshit death march of Capitalism, except the fuckers who are running the game.

And yet. Maybe…just this once…you could call in sick. 

You stand on tiptoe to kiss him again, grabbing fistfuls of the fluffy waves of his now dried hair. “Tex?” 

“Yeah, baby.” His voice is pure honey dripping golden in the sun. 

“Let’s go upstairs.” His big hands flex against the soft curves of your hips, grabbing fistfuls of nightgown like he’s thinking about tearing it off of you. Incredibly, he says nothing glib, just nods. But when he looks down at you for a long, heated moment–you think he could burn down the world, with the fire in that dark gaze. 

“Lead the way, darlin’.” 

You take his big, beautiful hands in yours, and pull him towards the stairs.

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You’re Safe With Me

Eddie Munson + Reader

*Warning* Mentions of sexual acts, attempted suicide, abuse, and drugs. This chapter is far more heavy with its material and definitely not for everyone. 18+ only.

Summary: You arrive home after breaking things off with Eddie, thinking over the last twenty four hours and what the future holds for you now.

Part Six:

You walk into the house; the stilled silence a comfort for once. The mail lay under your feet and you sort through the bills and a postcard from your Aunt Jen from her cruise. Amidst all the paper was a letter scrawled in sharpie;

“FREAK SLUT!”

You balled it up and tossed it in the bin by the door. Walking to the kitchen you grab the block of cheese from the fridge and cut off a few pieces with the large knife. Nibbling on the cheese and watching a rerun of Family Ties you sat on the sofa. The house all quiet aside from the Keaton family on TV getting onto their latest hijinks. You thought of Eddie and his face twisted with agony when you left him sitting in the van. You checked outside about five minutes later and the van was long gone. You wished he’d come inside and sat with you, or at least came back. You found yourself glancing outside hoping for a glimpse of that van again, hoping to hear that clunky sound pull in.

When you heard the sound of gravel breaking apart without any other noise you knew that could only be one person. You turned off the set and stood up, dusting the crumbs off your pants and straightened up the best you could. She opened the door and walked into the living room stoping and just staring at you. Neither of you moved a muscle and no one was able to speak. She took in deep breaths and her face burned red.

“Mom I…” “Shut up F/N! Do you have any idea what my day was like?” “I can guess.” “Oh no you can’t! First I get into work about fifteen minutes late because I barely slept last night and was unable to wake up on time. So I get yelled at by the mayor and his secretary. Then I begin to get a lot of sympathetic responses to my presence in a room. People saying “I’m so sorry what you’re going through” “it’s okay, my family had a similar experience” and my favorite “Don’t worry I doubt she’s going to get pregnant while doing those drugs”. Which left me all confused.” You looked down at the floor and shifted on your toes. “Look up at me F/N, M/N!” You obliged.

“Then I finally decide to inquire what all this hubbub was about and do have any idea what I hear?” “I think so.” “That you were fucking two boys last night at the party and the one you decided to do drugs with! You said you were with a friend and that no boys were involved.” “Mom I was with a friend, Eddie…” “Eddie! Oh so you admit you were with him. You slept with him, took some pills and had a good time. No wonder you looked like shit when you got home!” You began to feel the tears falling, your throat felt like sandpaper and you could barely get a syllable through your mouth without pain. “Mom it wasn’t like that at all. Eddie was being nice and decided to take me home after we watched some movies together; I feel asleep and…” “Oh for fucks sake F/N that is the worst excuse you could give. Of course sleep, sleeping with, is more like it.” “No, I mean we kissed…” Before you could finish the sentence her hand came flying down and hit your cheek. You felt to the floor, your hand gently touching the red welt on your face. She stood there above you like an evil tyrant, no remorse or anything.

“I am going to head to this Munson kid’s home and give his parents a good talking to. No child of mine is going to have a bastard child with trailer trash!” “Mom, you don’t understand. Eddie isn’t…” “SHUT UP! You should’ve shut your mouth and your legs last night. You see what you have done? You always were a problem F/N. It’s probably why your father killed himself. He couldn’t stand having a daughter like you.” With that last sentence you bolted up to your room and slammed the door. Collapsing on the bed you pulled a pillow close to your face and let out a loud sob. You were pretty sure all of Hawkins could hear you; but they couldn’t care less, to them it was all a joke; you were a joke, you were a mistake and you were not wanted.

Mom drove off down towards the trailer park; god what would Eddie think? What would Wayne think? You’d never be able to face Eddie again, and you know Wayne probably heard the rumors himself but if he was home would your mom even listen to what he had to say? After all she wouldn’t listen to you and your side of the story, but the rest of Hawkins was right no matter what the situation was. You hated this town, hated everything about it, they just gave you more and more reasons to yearn for a life away from here, or maybe no life at all. You’d never make it out of Hawkins, not now; and certainly not after graduation.

You thought of Eddie; would he actually care enough? Your Mom certainly wouldn’t, no one in school would care, the town itself never noticed you until now so this wouldn’t be a big deal if you were no longer there. But Eddie, even though you had the one night and were planning for many more; he would feel the loss. You thought of him and for a moment maybe you could stay and fight this, but you always had to fight alone. You couldn’t force Eddie to fight alongside you for this, he had enough trouble and you just made things worse. It didn’t matter what he said; you knew Eddie is better off without you.

The pool was a mess; leaves, grass and algae rested on the surface making it look like a sickly green color; no one had used it in a long time and mom only filled it up to keep appearances that everything was fine at your household. No one questioned why the pool was vacant all summer and barely tended too. Why would they care? You adjusted the ankle weights that mom kept in her closet for aerobics class, they were a little big on your skinny legs but they had enough weight to do the job. The air was freezing so you knew if the water wasn’t going to do it the hypothermia would for sure. You stood up and glanced around, no one was outside today and no one would be at this hour. Taking a deep breath you jumped into the water and felt yourself sink to the bottom.

You could hear the sound of the water around you, the waves moving above your head and a loud squeaking sound with a whine. You opened your eyes to look above, and a shadow stood by the edge of the pool with its arms flailing around, then you seen it jump near you.

You could feel the water moving and felt two arms wrap around you and begin to make their way down to your legs breaking the weights off. You began to struggle and fight with the person but they held on tighter and began to swim up towards the surface. You felt the air escape your lungs and your throat close around you. You couldn’t see, couldn’t feel, all you could do was hear and the sound you heard was the unmistakable cries of Eddie Munson.

[chessalein]

Bodypillow

The short story from the prompt game @cinnamon-mey tagged me in.

I chose the prompt "You're burning up".

Maybe I try the others as well ♥

Its not the best story I have ever written, but I still like it :)

I warn you: I'm a very tired person right now, so I'm sure there are some things that sound more off than usual.

Find the story under the cut!

Bodypillow

After being done with watering the sunflowers that danced with the soft winds, Nori went inside to cool down. She couldn’t be more thankful for the little garden Jackie had build for her.

But the heat still took a toll on her when she was outside for a longer time, so she used the time when no one beside her was home who could be bothered by colder temperatures. She turned up the AC and made herself comfy on the couch with snacks and a cold drink. Watching one comfort movie after another, she enjoyed her afternoon while she sometimes got visits from Nibbles who would make herself comfortable for a while, before she precedes her adventures in and outside the house. There was enough space to find something new every day. Jackie truly didn’t hold back with the money when he built this castle of his.

A loud bang ripped Nori out of her nap she unintentionally took. Looking around, she saw that it was already dark outside, and Nibbles was jumping down the couch to greet the people that were still arguing while roaming the house.

“Get a fucking snickers, Welles! You’re acting like an ass since the moment you opened your eyes. You have blue balls or something? Do I need to call you a joytoy to give you a good fuck?”

“Dios Mio, Val, can’t you shut your face for a moment?!”

“NO! I cannot! Not before you tell me what the fuck this was!”

It was a rare thing that people in this household were fighting. Maybe some arguments between a mother and one of her children because one parked like a gonk and blocked the driveway, or when someone wouldn’t do their chores. But this sounded more serious.

Between the fighting, Valeries voice changed to baby talk when Nibbles walked in on them. She told her beloved cat how much she missed her and how adorable she was, asking her how her day was while Val carried her around like a baby. And Nibbles loved it. Pampered little kitty.

Jackie must have been in a really bad mood, his voice was way louder and you could feel how the air changed. He learned from Nori to be more open with his emotions, but an angry Jackie was still something you don’t see often. Annoyed, yes. Angry, not so much. She could hear how he threw his Jacket on the kitchen island; she would recognize the sound of it everywhere, and that he was making his way to the couch on which she was laying.

As she looked up, she saw Jackie who stood behind the couch and was massaging the bridge of his nose, seemingly annoyed by the angry woman that yelled at him from the kitchen. He looked tired and exhausted.

“ ‘cause I didn’t like this motherfuckers face ‘lright? El pendejo… He was jus’ fucking with us! This puss-“ He finally noticed the woman who was laying under his nose. “Sorry… we’re you sleepin’?”

 “I think so.” She answered with a raspy, tired voice. “Is everything alright?”

“No its not!” Vals voice got louder and clearer as she got close to the two of them. “We went to get some old-people-vintage shit for Viks birthday. And you know what this full-on-diva-gonk did?! What did you do Jackie? Tell her what the fuck you did!”

A sigh came from the big man who was now leaning with his elbows on the back of the couch, still massaging his nose bridge.

“Punched him.”

“AND?!”

“… threw him into the trash.”

“He punched him because he says he didn’t like his face! How should I get my hands on that shit now, Welles? I can’t show my face to him again! This is a fucking rare shit and I looked MONTHS for it!”

Val wasn’t a person to get angry at friends, but right now, she was, and it was visible that both weren’t really happy about it. Her emotions juggle between “God I want to punch him.” To “I don’t wanna be angry at him” by the second.

“We’ll find somethin’ else for him… ‘ts not as if he only likes this kinda thing.”

“But I wanted THIS for him!” Val yelled while stumping her foot. “God! I really wanna punch you so bad! I can’t even look at you. I’m out!”

It didn’t take long, and the slam of the gym door could be heard.

“Dios mio…” Jackie sighted. “What a mess…”

“Are you alright? You don’t look too well.”

“I’m fuckin’ tired…”

“Wanna take a nap with me?”

He didn’t think too long about her offer and came around the couch. Just that he didn’t lay down on the couch, he laid down on top of her. Resting his head on her chest.

Nori was surprised and afraid to move. Since he brought her back, he held his distance. Sure, they hugged from time to time, he did carry her when her body was too weak to walk up the stairs again when she came down for a change of pace. He felt bad for her, and she knew it.

He didn’t want to wake some hope that there could be something between them. He was sure that she only fell in love with and was so fixated on him because he was the first person who was nice to her, so he wanted to give her the freedom to meet new people and find love. It was awkward and strange at first. She knew that there wouldn’t be the same relationship between them like in the donum, but it still did hurt. All this made it even more special that he was now resting on her.

After a short thinking of what to do, she decided to not make a big deal of it, playing it cool.

“What’s wrong Jackie?” She asked, making his head turn so he faced her. “Its not like you to punch random people, even if you are in a bad mood.”

While her hands caressed his face, he looked at her, fighting to hold his eyes open.

“He wannet to fuck with us… Bet he doesn’t even have this shit. He annoyed me…”

She looked at him with concern. He wouldn’t punch them. He would tell them that he thinks that they are lying would leave them alone. Except they asked for it. Something that wasn’t a rare thing in NC.

“Jackie, you’re burning up. Could it be that you have a fever? Are you not feeling well? Did Amata write you something?”

“I’m fine… Just a headache.” He wasn’t fine and it probably wasn’t just a headache. She could see how pearls of sweat formed on his forehead, his cheeks were red, and his eyes looked glossy. His eyelids seemed to get heavier by the second as well.

“You sure? You know you can tell me. I’m literally made to take care of people when they aren’t feeling well.”

“I’m good. I’m just…” Another heavy sigh came from him “tired.”

She didn’t want to spoil this moment by annoying him with care.

“Alright, then let’s take a nap. I bet everything will be better after one. And afterwards, we get some good food.” She told him with a soft smile, caressing his head. Jackie nodded and turned his head, so he was laying more comfortable on the softness of her chest. It didn’t take long, and he was snoring away.

While laying there, she couldn’t help but think that he was horribly adorable right now. Its been so long since they had such a close moment. So much happened since the last time. Her heart felt like it could burst any moment from the happiness that filled it right now. She hoped that her racing heart wouldn’t reach him and wake him up.

She caressed him with soft, gentle touches while she watched him closely. Taking in the moment to the fullest, in case that it would never happen again.

“Well… if this isn’t a familiar scene.” Valerie said with a broad smile as she came back after letting off steam and as it seems a needed shower. “You okay. Isn’t he crushing you.”

“He is.” Nori said with a warm smile, stroking his temple. “But I love it.”

Val returned that smile of hers. She knew that Nori was still deeply in love with him and that she was hurt by his actions every day, but was keeping up a smile. Right now, Nori looked so calm and at peace with the world. A compassioned, loving smile on her face, not having a care in the world.

“Valerie, I think he’s sick. Maybe that’s why he acted out like this.”

“Probably. I noticed that he didn’t look so good, so I wanted to make it quick. But… well... he made it quicker… You’re pretty happy right now, huh?”

The little woman who almost disappeared under the big guy turned red.

“I am. But I feel bad. He isn’t feeling well and I’m here, close to tears because I can finally have him close to me thanks to that… I feel so selfish…”

“You know… He wouldn’t do something like that if he didn’t want to. Not even thanks to a cold. I think he still likes you in a deeper way and just… can’t get over it. I mean, you two just had a really strange start, making the road a little bumpy. Would be way too boring if it was easy, huh?”

Nori looked from Val to the snoring man, wishing that her friend was right. When she came back, she somehow felt like a widow. Even though Jackie was right there, he felt so far away. Her heart wasn’t ready to let him go at all. She had the feeling that no one ever could touch her heart in such a way. And didn’t need to. There was no need inside her to meet someone knew who could take his place. It was like her heart said “We’re good now. We had love, we lost it. That is okay. We don’t need more.” In a wise, calm way.

“Don’t worry… We’ll get your relationship back to how it was… Okay?” Valerie assured her friend by stroking her blonde hair.

She nodded with a faint smile. Luck wasn’t a big thing in her life till know. Making the life she was living right now even more unbelievable and frightening to her. Like it could taken away any second. So she had the feeling she shouldn’t ask for more than what she had right now. It felt selfish and too much.  

“Maybe… Vincent and I could buy this thing for you. I’m sure we can work this out. The seller doesn’t have to know that we know you.”

Val smiled happily at her friend. Clearly liking the idea.

~

Two days later, Nori and Vincent walked through the door and got greeted by a happy Valerie who was awaiting the goods.

But the moment she looked at the two of them, she knew something was off.

“What?... What’s wrong?”

“Well…” Nori started, looking a short moment at Vince, then down to her fiddling hands. “It.. didn’t went like expected.”

“That.. means?”

“It could be that Vince… punched the guy and threw him into a open manhole…”

“…. WHAT?!”

The merc shrugged.

“He wanted to scam us. He didn’t have that thing.”

“TOLD’CHA!” Jackie yelled from the kitchen, followed by a loud sneeze.

“SHUT IT AND DRINK YOUR TEA!”

Another sneeze followed her command.  

~

After this, Jackie begun to seek Noris touch a bit more often. Step by step.

And she did catch his cold.

As she was laying in bed, remembering the sweet times she was able to breath through her nose, she thought to herself:

“Worth it.”

End!

[songmingisthighs]

Hooked

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ch. xxvi - reward

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Once in his room, Hongjoong put you down on his bed and his bag by the foot of his bed.

You sat up to your knees and loop your pointer fingers around Hongjoong's belt loop while looking up at him, "did you really spend your free time trying to solidify my case?" You asked, fingers caressing his belt.

Hongjoong looked at you while biting his bottom lip, excited at the prospect of being rewarded by you. He nodded slowly at your question, "every spare second I have," his breath hitched when you tug him closer by his belt loop.

You immediately reached forward to pull him into a kiss. The kiss felt a bit rough, tongue lashing and teeth clashing with each other in a fight for dominance.

Pulling away slightly, you mumbled against his lips, "is it whore-ish of me to jump on your bones as a form of gratitude?" you asked. He raised an eyebrow at you, "no, definitely not," he simply stated before connecting both of your lips again.

As your lips were busy with each other, your hands began unbuckling his belt and pushing at his shirt, wordlessly telling him that you want his clothes off.

Getting what you wanted, he pulled away for a second to tug his shirt off. As he was about to push his pants off, you stood up and push him back onto his bed, stunning him for a second. His eyes were wide and filled with confusion.

Hongjoong opened his mouth to ask what you're doing but stopped when he saw you beginning to strip for him. You maintained eye contact with him as you slowly peel your shirt off of your body, showing your lacy bra underneath. Slowly, your hand began to trace the hem of your lounge shorts, caressing the skin of your tummy and even your inner thighs before turning around and bending over, pulling it off painfully slowly for Hongjoong's liking.

As your ass and clothed core slowly came into view, Hongjoong groaned in protest. You could hear the sound of his belt and pants being taken off. When you stood back up and turn back to look at him, you saw that his pants had been discarded to the side and he was palming his very obvious bulge over his underwear. He had a smirk on his face and by God if that's not one of the sexiest things you've ever seen.

Even with your underwear still on, you could see that Hongjoong had begun to get very excited by the prospect of being able to feel your pussy again. With the way he gulped as his eyes zeroed in on your clothed mound and the hard on in his underwear seem to grow and twitch, you just can't ignore it.

You climbed back on the bed to straddle Hongjoong's lap. You circled both of your arms around his neck and began to nibble around his collarbone, making him throw his head back and let out the most satisfying groan.

"Please baby, I need to be inside you," he moaned when you suck on the spot just below his ear, "I've been wanting to be inside you since the first time you touched me but Park fucking Seonghwa just had to be there," he grumbled as his hands proceed to grip your hips and pull you down on his lap.

Your hips were flush against his, the flimsy and thin barrier between you two did almost nothing to separate you two. You couldn't help but squeal against Hongjoong's skin when he pushed your hips down to grind him hard.

The feeling of his cock so painfully hard sent shockwaves to your spine. You imagine how he'd feel inside you. Having already seen his oh so pretty cock, you can't deny that the thought sent arousal seeping out of your core.

"Damn it, Joongie, I can't hold it anymore," you unlatch your lips from his skin and immediately get to work. Not bothering to take your panties off, you tug it to the side while simultaneously taking him out of the confines of his underwear.

You look down as your hand pump him, smearing precum all over the tip before aligning it towards your pussy. You let the tip graze over your pussy lip, making Hongjoong exhale shakily at the feeling.

"Shit, (Y/N), no teasing please," he moaned, thrusting his hips up so his head would slide into your dripping hole, making you gasp at the contact.

Though you ended up obeying him. You lower yourself onto him, letting his cock enter you in one move. The feeling of him inside you made you sigh in satisfaction, throwing your head back and closing your eyes to enjoy just having him there.

Hongjoong leaned his face forward and began peppering kisses along your collar bone and chest, he let his tongue glide over your bra and teeth nipping on your nipple over the fabric.

After a while, he began to roll his hips upwards which sends you back to reality after being so distracted by his kisses on your skin.

"No, Joongie," you pouted at him, hands on his shoulders and knees on either side of his legs, "you've done enough for me, so let me do all the work here," you smiled at him before connecting your lips with his again as your hips began to roll against his.

At first, the movements were slow and sensual, both of you just enjoying the feeling of the other. But by the fifth roll of your hips, you began to feel the need for more. So you started to lift your hips and thrust yourself on him to gain more friction.

Soon enough you both began moaning. Lips detached from each other, the moans you both let out only lead you to quicken your pace.

"That's it, baby, fuck yourself on my cock, I know you want to," he said. One of his hands reached forward to grip at your jaw, pulling your face close to his. You both were so close but he was keeping a gap between you two. Though you can feel his breath against your lips, you can't help but stare deep into his eyes as his own stared into you, "tell me what else you want," he growled.

The sound of his voice so low and his grip on your jaw almost made your eyes roll back. But you held yourself and focus on him, "I want you to cum in me, make me so full of you that when you pull out I'd be dripping," you dared yourself to let your tongue out and lick his bottom lip, "I want you to make me keep your cum inside me and make me walk around the house still dripping, letting everyone know how you dump your load in me and make me your good girl,"

Your words were the last straw for him.

Before you could realize anything, Hongjoong grabbed one of your legs so that your foot is planted firmly on the bed before proceeding to ram his dick into you at an inhuman speed and such ferocity.

The sudden intrusion made you squeal loudly and wrap your arms around Hongjoong to anchor yourself so you wouldn't fall. His hands moved to hold your hips firmly so he could fuck you better and deeper.

Not wanting for him to work alone, you began moving your hips with him, both of you having a steady rhythm that sent you both closer to your edge.

"J-Joongie, I c-c-can-" you cut yourself to let out a moan when his dick managed to hit your g-spot, "I-I ca-an feel i-i-it! I'm s-so close!" You stuttered out.

"Me too, baby, come on, cum on me," he said under his breath, focus completely on trying to get you to climax.

Both of you started to thrust sloppily, but neither faltered. You both had goals to send the other over the edge.

It didn't take long for you to cum first. When Hongjoong snaps his hips up at you harshly, your body jolted and your legs shook. You gasped loudly when you came which prompted Hongjoong to sneakily reach a hand into your panties to rub at your clit to prolong your climax.

Seeing your fucked out face and the way your walls flutter along with how your juice seeps out of you sent Hongjoong to his own climax. He sent three final harsh thrusts into you before cumming deep inside you, hands still holding onto your hips tightly to make sure he's coating your walls well. He groaned loudly when he felt his cum leak out of you onto both of your and his thighs.

You both stayed in that position for a while. Him still deep inside you and you on his lap, trying to catch both of your breaths. He wrapped his arms around you as you have your head on the crook of his neck, pressing kisses on the sweaty skin which made him chuckle at the feeling and your adorableness.

He was about to say something when suddenly loud bangings were heard from outside his door.

"If you two are done, I have to get something from Seonghwa hyung's desk!!" San's voice yelled out from the other side of the door.

"He's lying! He just wanna see what you guys are doing there," another voice yelled out which you then identified as Yeosang's.

Sounds of someone grumbling and something falling to the floor was heard. You could only assume that San tripped Yeosang after what he had said about him.

Hongjoong groaned at the interruption, his head falling to your shoulder as he mumbled against your skin, "fucking cockblocks can't even let me enjoy my time with you properly,"

You couldn't help yourself but giggle at him, patting his head in a comforting manner.

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[amazingphilza]

biscuits :: cc!tommy x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral! a day with the innit family + making cookies with motherinnit :)

being a long time friend of tommy, you’ve gotten to know his parents quite well throughout the years too

and you were ecstatic to hear that his parents had invited you to their house for dinner !

tommy’s other friends were also invited :D

it was a warm summer day and the weather was perfect!

fatherinnit was starting up the barbecue grill outside whilst tommy ran around in the garden with freddie and eryn

being closer to motherinnit, you remained inside and helped her bake chocolate cookies

you two were enjoying yourselves while following the instructions of the cookbook when you heard motherinnit sigh a quiet “oh no”

“what’s wrong?” you asked, then turning to the direction she was looking at

immediately you knew what she was thinking

out the kitchen window you could see freddie had lit a fire in an empty pot and tommy was running around with a stick and camera, chasing eryn

you and motherinnit simultaneously laughed at the sight and continued to mix the ingredients together

once the dough was made, you scooped them onto the baking sheets

after the cookies were set in the oven, you went out in the garden

before you could join tommy, freddie, and eryn, fatherinnit waved you over

“y/n! dinner is almost finished, can you put out the fire? or... well.”

he had handed you the watering hose and you laughed at what he was implying

“yes sir!”

you snuck up to tommy who was stood behind a tree, not aware of your presence

not feeling too mean, you sprayed him with the water, sparing freddie and eryn

the two laughed whilst capturing everything on camera

tommy on the other hand shouted a out curse

“OI Y/N! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”

he wasn’t mad, just startled

“you were going to set your whole garden on fire, but don’t shoot the messenger; it was fatherinnit’s orders after all.”

“DAD?” tommy yelled at him, but by his tone he wasn’t shocked

fatherinnit only chuckled and walked inside with the food he finished grilling

the rest of you had followed back inside and helped prepare the table

once everyone was washed up, you all sat down at the table

on the table were the steaks fatherinnit had made along with a bowl of peas and potatoes

just before everyone was finishing their meal, motherinnit brought out the cookies you had made in a small tray

tommy was the first one to try the cookie which he swiftly took from the platter the moment motherinnit placed it on the table

“this is a good fuckin’ biscuit mum!”

she laughed at his statement

“tell that to y/n, they did most of the work”

tommy turned to you with widened eyes, blinking back and forth from his cookie and you

“holy shit y/n, you can cook”

you couldn’t tell whether it was a question or a statement

“of course i can, you prick”

“oh. well, uh, one thing. it just... needs a little more salt”

freddie and eryn choked on a laugh from remark, which you chuckled at

“oh be quiet tommy, i could’ve poisoned you if i wanted”

“should have” motherinnit and fatherinnit had let out under their breath in sync which caused more laughter to come from the table

except for tommy who looked betrayed, but it looked like he was holding back a laugh

“fine i take back what i said, your biscuits are amazing”

you boasted from the compliment and nibbled on your own cookie which you haven’t tried until now

to your surprise, it came out better than you could even imagine

it left you at awe

“motherinnit, this biscut recipe is amazing! you need to give me a copy”

she laughed and gave you a wholehearted smile

“of course, y/n. and you can to come by anytime if you want to make anything else with me”

you didn’t expect to tear up over a biscut

her words alone made you felt welcome

it felt like home

[lunar-wandering]

“this house is a frickin’ nightmare”

so i. decided to write something for the ‘Sitcom’ AU, which is basically just the concept that post-canon, everyone lives in the same house.... its Fun.

Word Count: 2.7k

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"Monkey King, get down from the fridge."

"No."

This exchange is what drew MK's attention to the fact that something was happening in the kitchen.

In MK's opinion, it was far too early for something to be happening in the kitchen.

"Wukong, I swear, if you don't get down from there-"

"What- you gonna stab me? Pigsy, you know full well that method is ineffective."

"What is going on?" MK asked, entering the kitchen and, well, seeing exactly what he had expected; Wukong crouched on top of the fridge, staring down at Pigsy, who was glaring up at him.

Still though. Just because he'd expected to see it didn't explain why it was happening.

"Oh hey, kid." Wukong said, taking notice of him. "Everything's fine, you can go back to your room, breakfast will be ready soon."

"It would be done already if you hadn't burned it." Pigsy said, gesturing to the charred remains of what supposedly had been breakfast. "Seriously, can't you follow simple instructions?? Now we've gotta start all over."

"It's not my fault I'm a visual learner." Wukong said, his tail swinging back and forth.

"It was three steps-"

"What's going on?"

MK barely kept himself from startling at the new voice behind him, turning around to see a very tired looking Red Son.

"Breakfast burned." MK said, catching Red Son up on the situation. Red Son hummed in contemplation, walking into the kitchen, picking up a piece of the unrecognizable charred food, and, ignoring the other's growing horror, he ate it.

"...Tastes fine to me." He said, going so far as to grab and nibble on another piece as he turned and left, presumably heading back to his room. The remaining three watched him go in shocked silence.

"....This house is a frickin' nightmare." Wukong deadpanned. Pigsy nodded in agreement.

"Aptly put. Now get off of the fridge."

"No."

MK decided to go back to bed.

-

It was commonly known, within the household, that somehow, Tang and Wukong continuously managed to get out of doing their fair share of the chores. No one was quite sure how they did it, as the two of them kept coming up with new methods every day.

Today's method was..... interesting, to say the least.

Somehow, someway, they had managed to remove their names from the Chore Roulette Wheel, without leaving any trace that their names had ever even been there. Which was, in fact, rather impressive, considering that the roulette wheel was literally a giant wooden roulette wheel, built by Sandy, and there were no empty spaces were their names used to be, they were just. Gone.

To be honest, MK would've never noticed if Mei hadn't pointed it out.

Now, there was a house-wide search for the two chore-shirkers.

"Found 'em yet?" MK yelled down the stairs into the basement. A few seconds passed, then a unanimous call of "No!" came. MK sighed. If the Spider-gang couldn't find Tang and Wukong down there, then they probably weren't there. (.....Probably. Wukong did have a lot of tricks up his sleeves, and MK didn't put it pass his mentor to use them for something like this.)

That checked off the majority of the house.... which only left-

An enraged scream (courtesy of Mei) from upstairs confirmed what MK had concluded.

They were on the roof.

MK rushed to the stairs, running up them-

Only to pause as he heard a yelp, and a flash of gold fell past the window, followed by a loud thud. MK leaned on the windowsill to look outside, just in time to see Tang fall past it. Wukong, a few branches and grass in his fur from his rough landing, summoned his cloud to catch Tang, before zooming away.

As MK would later find out, in the haste to escape Mei's wrath, Tang had actually pushed Wukong off the roof. Wukong, in return, had unceremoniously dropped Tang on the ground the first chance he got.

Both of their names were back on the roulette wheel by the next morning.

....They still managed to get out of doing their chores though.

-

"Oh, hey Macaque." MK mumbled, tiredly rubbing his eyes, and Macaque, mid-way through stealing a snack out of the fridge, froze like a deer in the headlights.

"Uh.....hey, bud." He said, slowly closing the fridge door, glancing at MK, who was obviously very tired, then looking at the clock on the wall.

2:43 AM. Okay, he could work with this.

"What are you doing up so late?" Macaque asked, leaning casually against the fridge in an attempt to hide his nervousness. If MK had been more awake, he would've noticed and called him out on it, but as it was....

"Just woke up.... wanted to get a snack." MK said, and Macaque quickly opened a nearby cupboard.

"Here, have this." He said, putting a cookie in MK's hands, before grabbing him by the shoulders, turning him around, and gently shoving him back towards his room. "Now go back to bed."

"G'night, Macaque." MK said, nibbling on his cookie.

"Goodnight, MK." Macaque sighed, waiting until he heard MK's bedroom door click closed again before melting back into the shadows.

The next morning, MK thought he had dreamt the whole thing. After all, Macaque had vehemently denied the invitation to live in the house with everyone else, surely if he had changed his mind and started to live with them, someone would've noticed.

....Right?

-

"Monkey King?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you always sleep on the roof?" Red Son asked, "I mean, you do have a room after all, why don't you use it?"

"I just like watching the stars." Wukong said, reclining on his cloud. Suddenly, Mei and MK also appeared beside Red Son, with their arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

"You told me that beds were uncomfortable." Mei said.

"And you told me that you liked the breeze." MK added. Wukong's tail bristled a little, but he still didn't look over at them.

"Well, I mean, all of those are true." Wukong said, "Figured I would just... switch my answers up from time to time, keep things entertaining you know?"

"That doesn't explain why you slept out there in the pouring rain." Mei said, "In fact, the only time we've seen you sleep inside is when we have blanket fort night."

"...The rain was nice?" Wukong said, sounding uncertain. The trio narrowed their eyes.

"Is there something wrong with your room?" Red Son asked, and Wukong flinched.

"No." He said, finally sitting up and looking at them. "Really, my room's perfectly fine, I don't know where you're getting the idea that something's wrong-"

"You're doing that nervous smile again." MK said, and Wukong slammed a hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide what the trio had already seen.

There was a moment of silence, and in that moment, each member of the traffic light trio came to a shared conclusion.

No matter the cost, they would get into Wukong's room.

Almost as though they had actually planned it, the trio took off towards the staircase, ignoring Wukong's yells for them to stop. Hurriedly, Wukong summoned two clones, then rushed after the trio.

Red on got caught on the stairs, the clone grabbing hold of the edge of his coat and dragging him down. It wouldn't be able to hold him for long of course, his fire could quickly burn the clone away, but it would still manage to slow him down.

Mei was captured in the hallway, the clone pushing off the wall to tackle her, accidentally knocking her right into Yin and Jin's room, pining her to the ground as the twins yelped in shock.

...Which just left MK.

Having trained with the Monkey King, MK found himself easily dodging Wukong's attempts to catch him. Slightly out of breath, he skidded to a stop in front of Wukong's door, turned the knob, and opened it.

"I don't really see what the problem is, the room looks fine to me-" MK said, stepping into the room.

"Kid, wait-" Wukong started to say, but it was too late.

MK tripped, tumbling into the room, dispelling the illusion Wukong had carefully crafted and placed over it.

Wukong's room was a mess, to put things lightly. There was stuff everywhere- books, clothes, antiques, food, you named it, it was probably there. It was to the point where there was no place to sleep, the bed being covered in stuff. Which, well, that explained the whole 'sleeping on the roof' thing, but still.

Wukong nervously shifted from foot to foot in the doorway. Red Son and Mei, who had succeeded in freeing themselves, as well as Yin and Jin, who had gotten curious from all the commotion, stared over Wukong's shoulders, taking in the state of the room.

MK sat there for a moment, looking at the mess (and sure, MK's room was messy too, but this-), before slowly turning around to look at his mentor, a serious expression on his face.

"Wukong." MK said, and Wukong stiffened, his nervous smile growing wider at the sound of MK saying his name instead of his title.

"...Yeah?" Wukong said, chuckling nervously as MK's look darkened.

"...I'm getting Sandy."

"Wait, no no no-"

The rest of the day was spent cleaning up Wukong's room, sorting through the piles upon piles of stuff.

Wukong, in a bout of spite, still slept on the roof anyways.

-

Yin and Jin stared in shock at the scene in front of them.

Everyone in the house knew that Wukong and Tang adamantly avoided doing their share of the chores. (The roof-pushing incident was still fresh in everyone's minds, after all).

So that's why seeing Wukong doing the laundry was very out of place.

"...What are you two staring at?" Wukong asked, snapping the twins out of their shocked reverie.

"It's just....weird to see you doing the laundry, that's all." Yin said, and that-

Well, surprisingly enough, that made Wukong actually pause.

"It is?" He asked, slowly setting the laundry basket down on the ground, subtly nudging it under a nearby table so that it was now out of view.

"Well, I mean, with how you and Mr. Tang utilize every method possible to avoid doing the chores, we never thought we'd actually see you doing one." Jin said.

"...I see." Wukong said, quietly. "Well, in that case. You two saw nothing."

"Wha-"

Not giving them a chance to respond, Wukong flashed a peace sign, then vanished, leaving the twins to sputter in disbelief.

(Later, Macaque returned to the laundry room to pick up the clothes he'd left behind.)

-

Syntax paused as he stared at the sight before him.

"...What is this?" He ased, drawing the attention of the occupants in the living room.

"A braid train!" MK replied, and honestly, that's what it was. MK sat on the floor, braiding Bai He's hair, Bai He braiding Red Son's, who was braiding Mei's hair. Mei pulled one hand out of Spider Queen's hair to give Syntax a little wave before returning to braiding the queen's hair. Spider Queen gently weaved Huntsman's hair into a braid that looked above professional level. Huntsman was twisted at an odd angle in order to put some braids in Sandy's beard. And Sandy carefully created some tiny braids in Wukong's fur."

"I....see." Syntax said, holding up his phone and taking a quick picture before any of the braid train participants could notice.

"Do you wanna join?" MK asked, "You can either braid my hair or get yours braided by Monkey King. Your choice."

Syntax took a moment to think about it.

He ended up braiding MK's hair.

-

There was someone in the shower.

Now, usually, this wouldn't be such a mind-boggling thing, but-

All of the house's occupants stared at the bathroom door in trepidation.

"You sure Wukong didn't just accidentally leave the shower on again?" Princess Iron Fan asked, prompting some indignant sputtering from Wukong, who was sitting on Demon Bull King's shoulder. MK shook his head in the negative.

"No, I'm sure I heard someone moving in there." He said, crossing his arms.

"Why don't you or Monkey King just use your true sight and get this whole mystery over with?" Jin asked.

"Yeah, we've already been waiting for like, 20 minutes." Yin said.

"They're in the shower." MK said, "I'm not just gonna invade their privacy like that, regardless of who they are."

The shower turned off, and everyone turned to stare at the door again, in silence. There was some rustling around, and then the door opened.

Macaque. It was Macaque. Who, upon realizing that literally the entire household was standing in front of him, froze.

And then immediately tried to turn and run.

"Oh no you don't." Wukong said, jumping off of Demon Bull King's shoulder, and outright tackling the other monkey to the ground. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I live here?" Macaque said, sitting up and shoving Wukong off of him.

"You turned down the invitation to come and live with us though...." Wukong said, slowly standing back up. ".....How long have you been here?"

"Two weeks."

"Two weeks?!" Everyone went into various states of shock.

"How could we not have noticed you?" MK asked.

"You- you did notice me though." Macaque said, "Like, we had a whole conversation in the kitchen at around 3 AM."

"You think I remember what happens at 3 am?!" MK said, holding his head in his hands, and Red Son comfortingly patted him on the back.

"What happens at 3 AM stays at 3 AM." Red Son said, sounding like he was saying some ancient wisdom despite the actual sentence being utter nonsense. Yin and Jin snapped their fingers as a look of realization appeared on their faces. 

"That's why we saw Wukong doing the laundry the other day." Yin said, "It was Macaque in disguise!"

"....Yeah, I figured you'd notice if I didn't do some chores, just to clean up after myself." Macaque sighed, and Pigsy turned to glare at Wukong and Tang.

"See? Even the ex-villain does more chores than you two." He said, and Wukong and Tang purposefully looked away, whistling innocently.

"Wait." Mei said, "If you've been here for two weeks, and we haven't seen you use any of the bedrooms... then where have you been sleeping?"

As it turned out, Macaque had been spending his nights in the storage closet, curled up in the darkest corner of the room with nothing other than a blanket and a small pillow. The others, of course, deemed this as unacceptable, and pretty much near shoved him into one of the leftover bed rooms.

...Which he didn't even end up using that night, as it ended up being a night where everyone ended up falling asleep in the living room, blankets and pillows strewn about everywhere.

The next morning, Macaque wasn't there when the others woke up, and there was a brief moment of panic over the monkey's whereabouts-

And then said monkey walked back into the room, using the shadows to help him carry some trays with breakfast on it.

He paused when he registered that everyone was staring at him.

"....What?" He asked, "I woke up first, that means I had breakfast duty, right?"

"I mean.....yeah." MK said, graciously accepting his plate of food. "But, to be honest. I kinda expected you to burn it like Monkey King did."

"Hey, I did that on purpose. For Red Son." Wukong said, "Cause, y'know. He likes charred food. Apparently."

"You did not do that on purpose and we all know it." Pigsy said, "You were just as unaware of Red Son's dietary habits as the rest of us."

"...I literally just woke up and I'm kinda feeling attacked." Red Son mumbled, sitting up. "Should I feel like I'm being attacked?"

"No, you're fine, we're just calling out Wukong again." Spider Queen whispered to him, and Red Son hummed before rolling back over, clearly intending on getting a few more minutes of rest despite the argument starting to occur in the room. Macaque, for his part, remained standing frozen, with MK standing beside him, nibbling at the food on his plate.

"....Should I be concerned about this?" Macaque asked, staring at the fight taking place. MK shrugged.

"Nah." He said, "This is just the same shit as always."

[guqin-and-flute]

And A-Fu Makes 4--Ch. 3

[Happy belated birthday, Jingyi! 🥳]

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Things got a little better in school. Not too much. What they were learning was so boring that paying attention didn’t really make it better even when he did use his new rocks so his ears woke up. His ears just didn’t like what they were hearing. When Yellow-Father visited the Cloud Recesses and gathered him up and asked him all smiley what his favorite thing from class today was, A-Fu scowled. “When I leaved. ”

Yellow-Father’s eyebrows went crinkly. “An education like this is a great privilege, Fufu. You’re very lucky.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t feel lucky. Not never.”

His father’s crinkles turned into a little frown and he said, all serious, “There are a great many people who never get to go to school, let alone have the life you’re going to have.”

“Then they’re the lucky ones.”

After that, Yellow-Father closed his eyes and took a deep breath before smiling and asking if he found any good bugs lately--which was such good timing because A-Fu had ! He got to show Yellow-Father the little house he had made for them in the back garden with mud and sticks and a couple rocks--unfortunately, only a couple had actually stayed inside. And maybe that was because they were too busy sleeping on their backs with their legs all curled up but that was okay, because he held them up all proud and Yellow-Father agreed that yes, they were a very nice find and now he could go and wash his hands. 

What actually really started to make school lucky was that they began going outside to train and use their practice swords more. A-Yuan may have been good at everything else and just a little bigger than him, but A-Fu was starting to feel great when he got to swing his sword around all strong and fast like his fathers. Up until now, no one at Cloud Recesses had let him whack anything, practically--it was all ‘hold it like this’ and ‘bow like this’ and ‘etiquette etiquette etiquette’. Blah blah blegh. Just another thing to forget. But A-Fu was finding out that his body was pretty good at remembering things, even if his brain wasn’t, and one time, even the teacher passed by and nodded, saying, “Just like that, Lan Fu,” and the sun came up in his chest all sparkly and happy. 

He grinned over at A-Yuan, who was concentrating really hard on swinging straight down and didn’t see him, but it was totally okay, because the teacher had told him that he was good! He was doing so good!

After class, he ran all the way home through the sun coming down through the trees to the Hanshi and told the whole entire thing to Blue-Father about 5 times as they walked to the secret bunny patch in the woods. He even stopped on the path to stand with his practice sword to show him his stance and everything. “I’m so proud of you,” Blue-Father had said with a wide, warm smile, waiting for him to catch back up. “You’ve been working very hard.”

“I have! Watch, watch--I can do it so fast! So much faster than A-Yuan! I’m gonna kill all the bad guys!”

Blue-Father shook his head, still smiling, turning to walk beside him with Shuoyue held behind his back. “We should use our swords to protect people.”

Right away, A-Fu copied him, holding his practice sword behind him with his shoulders all straight and his chest puffed out. Their footsteps crunched on the white rocks, every once in a while matching up on a step. A-Fu tried to make them match more, but Blue-Father’s legs were too long. “Yeah, from bad guys that I’m gonna kill! When is the next war?” he asked, looking up at his blue father, all calm and tall against the trees. “Are we gonna win it?”

“Wars are not scheduled, silly boy. Nor should we wish for them.” He held out his hand--A-Fu switched his sword hand and took it as they kept walking. “Your die’s have fought very hard to give you a world free of war.”

What? That was the worst news! “No more wars ? How is people supposed to be heroes, then? That’s not fair, all you got to be heroes! Die, you shouldn’t have ruined it for the rest of us.”

Blue-Father gave a small hum of laughter through his nose before looking down at him with a smaller smile, shaking his head again. “In truth, wars aren’t about glory or heroes. A good leader sees them as a last resort, not something to seek out. The ones who suffer the most are the people who cannot protect themselves and those left behind--and so we dedicate ourselves to the service of those who need us. That should be your goal if you want to be a hero, not the killing. It's what your Uncle Wangji does, when he can. He is known for being where the chaos is.” He looked out into the deep green of the forest shadows. “There is nothing wrong with a peaceful life.”

A-Fu rolled his eyes and leaned way over, hanging from Blue-Father’s hand. “Boooring. I wanna fight--kshh kshh ksshhew!” he added really loud as he reached out to beat up a rock right next to the path, whacking it so loud ‘tok’s echoed around them, scaring a squirrel up a branch.

Blue-Father’s hand squeezed and tugged him back carefully. “A-Fu, don’t treat your sword that way, use it with respect.” 

Sulkily, A-Fu stuck it behind his back again. 

“And you will have plenty of opportunities to fight, in the life we lead. What’s more important is to have empathy and kindness. Ah, Wangji.” He nodded to him as they finally stepped into the little meadow, bunnies hopping up eagerly to see if they had treats in their pockets. “A-Yuan!” He added with delight as A-Yuan raced up and grabbed onto his thigh with a big grin.

Excited, A-Fu pulled his hand away and wrapped around his other leg, linking his feet behind his heel. “Walk! Walk!” he hollered and so Blue-Father did, walking with careful straight leg steps all around the bunny patch while they both giggled into each others faces when they swung by and the little white puffballs of rabbits scattered in front of them.

A-Fu loved playing near the rabbit hutches with his family--it smelled like sweet hay the rabbits ate and the clean water smell of the stream nearby which made cheerful noises. Some sun came through the thick leaves, but not a ton, so it was green and shady, even on sticky hot days. The grass was thick and fun to jump around and dance and wrestle on. 

After 3 times around the whole meadow, Blue-Father shooed them off so he could sit, and A-Fu shyly went with A-Yuan over to go say hi to Uncle Wangji where he sat watching them with a guqin on his knees and a bunny nestled in the corner of his thigh. A-Fu showed him that he still had his rocks from school, tucked in his inner pockets, snug and warm. Uncle Wangji nodded with a little smile and A-Fu felt all shiny and bubbly and thought that this was maybe one of the best days ever. He sat right next to him, leaning on his leg, and told him what songs he wanted them to play when Blue-Father took out his xiao. The grownups played lots of music while they were there; dancey ones and pretty ones and boring ones they played all slow and sad. It was nice because the music was kept close by all the huge trees, like a private recital. A-Fu danced with A-Yuan to the fast ones, pretended to be underwater for the slow ones, then chased the bunnies around when there were too many of those--until A-Yuan made him stop.

Eventually, though, fathers started talking in between the songs, and that got long enough that the instruments just stayed in their laps and A-Fu got bored. Then, he had the greatest idea. He grabbed A-Yuan’s hand and pulled him up so his special speckley rabbit hopped out of his lap. (A-Fu had named it Poop-Eater and A-Yuan had named it Turnip and they both would not use each other’s name--A-Fu because he thought it was lame and A-Yuan because he thought it was gross--even though it was true , because he did eat poop, A-Fu had seen it.) Dragging A-Yuan over to where the grass was long and soft and pretty un-nibbled, he said, “Let’s do a dueling!”

A-Yuan held out his arms wide, showing him in his sleeves. “But I don’t have my practice sword.” 

“Hmph. Well, okay, I have mine...so the duel is who can swing the sword the best. You go first.”

A-Yuan scrunched his face up and looked back at where Blue-Father and Uncle Wangji were chatting quietly about something, both petting the sleeping bunnies in their laps. “Do I gotta? I’m playing in bunnies and I'm tired.”

“Yes, we gotta, for really real! We can play in bunnies after!”

After one more longing look at the rabbits, A-Yuan sighed. “Okay.”

They practiced, back and forth and back and forth, and since A-Fu was so good in class, he was able to tell his cousin that his hands weren’t holding it right. Then, that his feet weren’t right, and then that he wasn’t swinging it fast enough or straight enough. It felt great to be the one in charge, the one who knew all the right answers, for once. Eventually, he rolled his eyes and asked, all smug, “Did you even pay attention in class? It’s not that hard. Are you trying at all?”

Right away, he knew he messed up. 

A-Yuan’s face got all wobbly and red and his eyes went shiny. He dropped the sword and ran to Uncle Wangji sobbing, saying that A-Fu was being mean to him. A-Fu’s tummy dropped into his feet like when he had jumped off the too high wall. He ran to go hide behind his father--but, of course, he didn’t let him. Blue-Father found his hand and tugged him to his feet and made him stand up straight and tell them what happened. Uncle Wangji sat on the grass and held A-Yuan under his chin and listened to A-Fu explain with a quiet face that didn’t show what he was thinking at all. “I wasn’t making fun of him! We were playing!” There was a long silence, and A-Fu squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ears. “I’m not lying!”

Blue-Father’s even voice said, “Then tell us, A-Fu.”

Desperately, A-Fu looked up at him where he stood, still covering his ears. He was looking down at him with a serious face, eyebrows raised. He wouldn’t let Uncle Wangji yell at him.

...Right? 

“Diedie… ”

“We need to take responsibility for the hurt we have caused. There is no getting out of it.”

“You were making fun of me,” A-Yuan sniffed, all miserable, turning in Uncle Wangji’s lap to look at him. 

Everyone else was looking at him, too, and A-Fu got all hot and squirmy and ashamed because now everyone was mad and hated him. “I was just...I was teaching him...he wasn’t doing it right…” he whispered, his eyes all blurry. 

He just wanted to be good at something. Why was he in trouble for being better than A-Yuan at something when A-Yuan had so many other things he was better at? It wasn't fair.

Uncle Wangji looked at A-Yuan, whose lip trembled as he said in a voice like a wobbly guqin string, “But you said it so mean.”

“I didn’t! That’s how they teach me !” A-Fu cried, pulling his hand down from his ear to scrub at his tears.

“Do you know it is wrong?” Uncle Wangji’s voice was quiet--which definitely wasn't yelling but it sure felt like it.

A-Fu just covered his face and didn’t say anything.

“Should you do it, if you are aware?”

“...No.”

Blue-Father knelt down beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You know that this is not how we treat people. You need to practice empathy--think of how he is feeling. If it hurts you, it will hurt him. What do we say to A-Yuan?”

When A-Fu looked back at A-Yuan, seeing him still crying made A-Fu start crying again, which made A-Yuan start crying again and they hugged and A-Fu said he was so so sorry and he would never ever say anything mean to him ever again. A-Yuan forgave him right away, like he always did and hugged him back super tight. A-Fu saw Blue-Father smile a little at Uncle Wangji--who gave a teeny smile back. (A-Fu was getting better at being able to see them. They were there! Just quieter.) Then they both curled up on Blue-Father’s lap and played with the bunnies while Uncle Wangji played more nice songs on the guqin and things just all got so much better. 

‘Empathy’ was a Blue-Father word--A-Fu noticed it popping up, like Blue-Father kept it in his pocket. Whenever he yelled when he got too mad or did something without thinking or talked before his mind caught up, it was ‘empathy empathy empathy’. Maybe it was his favorite or something.

Some of his other grown ups had pocket words, too--Great-Uncle Qiren’s was ‘Prohibited’ or ‘Impertinent’ and Yellow-Father’s was ‘Careful’. When A-Fu started looking, he kept noticing it more and more--when he played with A-Qiang a little too rough or balanced on the edge of the koi pond, he got a 'careful'. When he ran around right after a bath, he got a “Fufu, careful! ”

One time, he got a ton of ‘carefuls’ in a row, when he was in Koi Tower and he snuck out behind the nanny’s backs again. He went around and around in the halls to lose them until he was almost dizzy and when he finally stopped, he realized he didn’t recognize anything--there were no windows and more doors than usual,  dark and sturdy. The walls didn’t have as many fancy curlicues and dangly bits as the rest of Koi Tower, more plain blue with just some gold circles studding the pillars every once in a while. Well. A-Fu just had no idea where this was. 

He wasn’t worried, though, because when he poked his head around a corner, he spotted Yellow-Father facing away, talking to a black and gold someone in a doorway, so he dashed down the hall and catapulted into his father’s legs and yelled a hello with a big grin. It wasn’t until he looked up at his father’s face that he noticed he wasn’t smiling back like he usually was. His expression was all tight and unhappy, his eyes darting between A-Fu and the man he was talking to. 

The man was smiling down at him, though. But his eyes weren't friendly--they were dark and... waiting. They glittered like a snake and A-Fu even liked snakes--but he was pretty sure that people shouldn’t have the same sort of eyes.

Yellow-Father’s hand squeezed his shoulder as he tried to turn him around quick. “Fufu, you are not allowed down here, you need to--”

But A-Fu spotted something and he squirmed back around in his hands. “Why do you have that?” He pointed at the man’s hand where it sat on his hip with only the pinky covered by the black leather of his glove. “That’s weird.”

“Lan Fu-- ” 

The fact that Yellow-Father just full-named him flew out of his head because A-Fu decided right then and there that he didn’t like this guy when he said, “Wow, you’re a rude little shit, aren’t you?” Then, the stranger man tilted his head, his wide, weird smile growing wider and weirder. “Ooooh, is this Er-ge’s spawn?” 

A-Fu jutted his chin forward and folded his arms. “No, I’m--”

“That’s enough. I think you have somewhere to be,” Yellow-Father said. And A-Fu froze, looking up at him with wide eyes. Because Yellow-Father was never rude, no matter what--but his voice had been rough and cold like ice and he was staring at the snake eyed man. And he was finally smiling; all hard like a warning. 

For some reason, that seemed funny to Snake Eye Guy and his teeth peeked through. “You’re not even going to introduce us?”

“No.” Yellow-Father took A-Fu by both shoulders and turned him, marching him right back down the hall.

“Rude. Do you like sweets, brat?” Snake Eye Guy called after them.

A-Fu scowled back over his shoulder as Yellow-Father kept steering him in front down the hallway, almost tripping him on his feet. “Yeah,” he said, super tough, just like Gray-Father would. “Why?”

“Come find me if you ever want any.” Then, he laughed, delighted when Yellow-Father’s fingers tightened on his shoulder like claws. “Oh, what, Lianfang-zun? What do you think I’m going to do to him? It’s just candy.” His mocking followed them around the corner A-Fu had to take at a jog.

Yellow-Father had hustled them down the strange corridors until they found the sun again. He was still squeezing until A-Fu yelped that he was squishing his bones out, and he let go right away. When he stopped to kneel down and rub them, he started scolding with a worried frown, “Fufu, you cannot keep doing this. You need to stay with your nannies and out of places that are not meant for you. You have to be more careful.”

A-Fu just wanted to know who that guy was and why his hand was like that and why he was so weird and why was Yellow-Father so mad at him and did he really have candy?

And Yellow-Father wouldn’t answer any of his questions at all. He just kept saying, so serious, that A-Fu could never be around him again or talk about him and that he needed to be careful. And usually A-Fu was annoyed at new rules, but this one seemed to make sense. It would also be pretty easy to follow, because he gave him the creeps and he didn't really want to have to talk to him again. But he still wanted to know-- “Why?”

“He’s not someone a child should be around. If he ever tries to talk to you again, you come and find me right away, Fufu. Do you promise me?”

“Who was he?”

“Do you promise ?”

A-Fu had to think. “Yeah. Why?”

“Just...don’t worry about him. You shouldn’t see him again, but if you do, leave at once.”

“Are you mad? Why can’t I talk about him?”

“...Because it would be gossip. Gossip is forbidden.”

A-Fu guessed that made sense. Maybe. He reached up and grabbed Yellow-Father’s hat dangly, asking, “Are you mad? Are you mad at me?”

Yellow-Father sighed and rubbed his face and then finally smiled at him, all squinchy and small and harassed. “No. No, I’m not mad. I’m sorry.” He pulled A-Fu in close and squeezed, kissing his forehead.

“Is he a bad guy?” A-Fu asked Yellow-Father’s neck. “I can beat him up for you, I’m getting really good at swords.”

Yellow-Father huffed out a breath and smoothed A-Fu’s hair down. “I’m sure you are. But no. Just...just be more careful. Don’t come here again. Stay with your nannies.”

“Why? Careful what?”

Yellow-Father pulled back and rubbed his temple. “It’s time to go back, now--and no more escaping! You can’t be so naughty, what are you going to do to my heart, making me worry? I’m going to have to have a talk with your nannies….”

If ‘Careful’ was Yellow-Father’s pocket word, maybe one of Gray-Father’s pocket words was the grownup word 'Conviction'. A-Fu first learned about it when he went to stay at the Unclean Realm for a whole entire month in the summer. 

It was so much fun--he went into town with Uncle Huaisang a lot and hid in the sweet smelling fabric at the silk shops and got a little toy fan, just like Uncle Huaisang’s. Almost every day they went down and both got candied hawthorn sticks as they walked around and looked at things. A-Fu’s favorites were the toy stands--he got pinwheels for him and A-Yuan and A-Ling and A-Kui. He tried to get them in all the Clan Colors but they didn’t have red, so he got A-Kui yellow, too.

Sometimes, though, they would go into the forest and find a little stream where Uncle Huaisang would tie up their sleeves and they would try to catch fish with their hands. Uncle Huaisang was really bad at it and A-Fu told him so. He got so offended that he splashed him and got his robes all wet. And one day, they followed a little blue bird for-ev-er until A-Fu started complaining and scared it away. Uncle Huaisang had paid him in candy to not repeat any of the words he yelled at the sky as it flew off above the trees. Oh well. A-Fu liked hunting for things on the ground more anyway, like frogs or turtles. They couldn’t fly away and they were easy to stuff in his pockets or his sleeves. One time, he brought back, like, five toads and Gray-Father said the same bad words as Uncle Huaisang when they got on his important letters. From then on, toads were banned from the Unclean Realm, which made A-Fu grumpy. But at least he still had the 3 salamanders he found and he was learning new vocabulary words, like he did for school.

Other times, he would help weed and water the vegetable garden out behind Uncle Huaisang’s room. They had planted it together the last time that A-Fu had stayed a million years ago and things were still growing--but there were a couple beans and lettuce and carrots he got to munch on after they rinsed them off. It was kind of boring, but he got to look for worms and eat, so it wasn’t so bad.

Nie Zonghui, Gray-Father’s second in command, always had a nice smile and showed him how he could use his double sabers, which was the coolest thing next to Baxia. Now that he actually knew things about swords, A-Fu followed him around a lot when he was doing practice drills in the training yard with all the pink flower trees around it, copying his moves with sticks, since his practice sword was back in the Cloud Recesses. “I’m not certain I should be teaching you these,” Nie Zonghui said with a smile down at him as A-Fu hacked at a practice dummy’s butt. “Sabers and swords use different techniques and I don’t want to spoil your learning before you even start.”

“Well, if it’s my sword, I can use it how I want, right?”

“Mm. Not quite. You’ll be taught Lan skills.”

A-Fu frowned, wiping sweat off of his face with his sleeve, then shoving his headband up when it slipped. “Then I’ll get two--one sword, one saber and I’ll use them in two hands like you and it will be the coolest thing anyone has ever seened.”

Nie Zonghui grinned and looked over at the Nie shijie that was snickering nearby at the next dummy. “Uh, that will be a sight. I look forward to it.”

A-Fu nodded firmly at them. “Yeah, you do that.”

When Gray-Father stopped doing boring work talking to people and came out on the training grounds, A-Fu would challenge him to a duel and fight him with a Nie practice saber. It didn't always go so well because Gray-Father knew more moves, but when it got too complicated, A-Fu just whacked his shins and knees really hard and then tackled his tummy so they fell on the dirt and laughed. When Gray-Father wasn’t around, the cool Nie disciples sometimes let him whack them in the knees! He just had to promise to avoid the nards, which he thought was fair.

He would go walking and playing with Gray-Father on days where he was back from Night Hunting and meetings, riding on his back or one shoulder like he was Clan Leader--or even a King! When he sat up there, he was so tall, he could probably be in charge of anybody! Sometimes Gray-Father was grumpy and not in the mood for a lot of wrestling. Sometimes he told A-Fu to ‘calm down and cut it out’ when he got super bouncy or loud. But most times, he was happy to see A-Fu and threw him up into the air or pretended to eat him or asked him all about his day. And A-Fu was so super happy to see him too, because he missed him.

Sometimes, though, he got a little sad and missed Blue-Father and A-Yuan and his Cloud Recesses friends and the bunnies and Uncle Wangji and even Great-Uncle Qiren. Sometimes, he had nightmares where he woke up in a place he didn’t know and no one would look at or talk to him. Those times, Gray-Father would let him crawl into bed once he knocked on the door. He would hug him close to his chest and pat his back and say that he missed Blue-Father, too, and he wouldn’t ever leave A-Fu anywhere he didn’t know. The Unclean Realm was his home, just like Cloud Recesses and just like Koi Tower, but he just had a whole bunch more practice of Cloud Recesses. He was used to the night noises of the bugs and the shush of the tree outside his window when the wind blew. Well, he told his father, A-Fu just needed to stay here more often, that’s all! And he had smiled.

When Gray-Father heard about how good he was getting at swords in school, he was so totally proud of him. His father ruffled up his hair and smushed his cheeks and said, “Practicing a lot, are you? You’re going to be a fearsome warrior just like your die? Smite all the evil?”

A-Fu got that happy sparkly feeling bubbling up again. “Yeah!”

Uncle Huaisang grinned and fwipped his fan shut, patting A-Fu’s shoulder with it. “Ah, good job, good job! What about reading and writing, xiao-Fu? I bet your calligraphy is going to be impeccable!”

A-Fu wrinkled his nose--peckable? "We don't keep birds like that in the Cloud Recesses, shushu," he reminded him, all patient. Ugh, did he ever think about anything else besides birds?

His uncle and his father looked at each other. "Oh, of course! My mistake. But I bet with your shu-gong on your case, you're the top of the class!"

A-Fu shrugged, flapping his toy fan open and closed really fast, the way that made Uncle Huaisang wince (and he did). “I hate reading. It’s stupid and hard. I like doing swords way more, I’m better at stabbing. ” When he said it, he jabbed the fan forward with both hands toward Gray-Father’s chest.

Gray-Father did a complicated twisty thing with his hand and snatched it right from A-Fu’s fingers, bopping him on the head with it. “Good boy, practicing.” 

A-Fu wrapped both arms around the sting and scowled. “Hey!”

Uncle Huaisang sighed. "Aiya, another one. Promise me you'll at least still paint with me?"

Before he could answer, Gray-Father asked, “How are you with a bow and arrow? Have you started yet? Maybe we could try hunting sometime soon.”

Uncle Huaisang made a scrunchy face, folding his arms. “Da-ge, don’t you think that’s too rough for him? And... would Er-ge approve?”

Some of the happy went away from Gray-Father’s face and he looked over at Uncle Huaisang. “I went out with die around his age. And Xichen has agreed that he should have a broad education.”

“But he’s just a baby!”

What! 

Extremely offended, A-Fu puffed up and raised his fists. “I’m not a baby! I can hunt! Die, die, I can hunt, can’t I?”

“Of course you can. I can take you later today. How about it?”

When A-Fu cheered, Uncle Huaisang rolled his eyes and muttered something, fanning himself real fast. 

When they went, it was still a nice day but the sun was so bright when it peeked through the leaves, A-Fu had to squint against it and sweat kept trickling down his neck, even though the air was cool up in the mountains. They were both clopping through the forest on Gray-Father’s big brown horse, Leiting, with A-Fu perched in front on the saddle. He felt very important and tall and he kept very quiet just like Gray-Father told him to be, looking around with his practice bow in his lap. When he snuggled back against him, he felt Gray-Father chuckle in his belly and he reached down to pat A-Fu’s chest. Then, his father sat up, straight and quick, and twisted to the side, shooting his bow with a twunnnnng before A-Fu even knew what was happening.

And it turned out that Uncle Huaisang was actually right. 

Because when they got down and found the arrow butt poking up from the bushes, A-Fu’s tummy clenched up tight like a fist. The other end was stuck in a bunny. It was lying there all floppy with blood coming out of its mouth and nose. The one dark eye he could see was looking at the sky, reflecting the sun coming through the leaves. It wasn’t moving. It wasn’t ever gonna move again.

It was dead.

And all A-Fu could think was that this bunny wasn’t ever going to feel the hot sun again or eat a flower or anything.

He had heard about killing before, and he knew what dead was. Kind of. Sort of. He had just never thought about it for Really Real, actually happening. It was for stories and legends. It hadn’t meant anything before now. 

Suddenly, the nice day was horrible and awful and he burst into tears, startling Gray-Father and Leiting, who swung his huge head around to stare at all the noise. Then, he puffed out a breath and shook his head with a jangle. 

“Why did w-we gotta shoot it!? It’s j-just a bun-unny!”

Gray-Father frowned and knelt down next to him, a hand on his shoulder. “What did you think hunting was, child?”

“I do- hic- on't know! Why did you do that?!”

“We hunt animals and take them home for their fur and meat. For food.”

He stared down at the bunny’s big gray body, just laying there on the ground. “Food?!”

“That’s how we eat. What did you think was in rabbit stew?”

“I don’t k-know ! Bits! P-Parts!”

With a face screwed up, Gray-Father pinched his nose with his fingers, then looked at A-Fu again. “You thought we just cut parts of an animal off? That would be cruel, their legs and things don’t grow back. Chicken is chickens. Pork is pigs. We kill them and eat their meat, just like wolves and tigers do. It’s the natural order of things.”

This was the worst news in the world. All this time, he had been eating silly chickens and fluffy rabbits? They were dying? No wonder there were Lan rules about not eating meat or killing in the Cloud Recesses! He wrapped his arms around his tummy and yelled, “I hate it!! I’m-m never gonna kill an-nything ever!”

Sighing, Gray-Father picked him up. A-Fu put his arms around his neck and wiped his nose on his shoulder, smushing his face into his chest. He smelled like leather and the sun. With a thump, Gray-Father sat down on something, maybe a log, patting his back. “We are cultivators. One day, it will be your job to kill evil things--”

“Bunnies aren’t bad guys! They never hurt anyone! ”

Pat pat. “I never said that. Listen to me. You don’t have to like it, but it’s important to know what goes into your food. Everything in this world has its price.”

“I’m n- never gonna eat meat ag-gain!”

“Child--”

“No ! Never! It’s ho-horrible!”

A-Fu felt him heave another sigh as he kept pat-patting. “Alright, alright, deep breath. It’s your choice--you’ll be like your Blue-die and rest of the Lan. If this is what you decide, then we’ll make you vegetarian food when you come here...and I’m sure the cooks in Koi Tower will do the same. But you can’t be picky about what you eat, because you need to grow up strong. You’ll eat what’s put in front of you.” Gray-Father peeled him back and looked down at him with a serious face as A-Fu sniffled. “That means no more of Jin-shao-furen’s rib and lotus root soup or pork bao. No sneaking things with meat from the kitchen just because you get tired of it. If you have a conviction about something, you stick to it. It means nothing if it changes when you please--that’s not conviction, that’s convenience. Do you understand?”

This was obviously a way bigger decision than he had thought when he first said it. He scrubbed at his eyes and stared at the threads sparkling on his father’s robes in the sunlight as he thought. They were bright gold in the dark green, like the fish scales in Uncle Zixuan and Aunt Yanli’s koi pond. “...N-no more pork bao? Or bo-mu’s soup?”

Gray-Father raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Or chicken or fish or any sort of meat.”

He snuck another peek over at the arrow poking up out of the bushes, then stuck out his chin, crossed his arms and announced, “Yes. Never.”

With a big, rough thumb, Gray-Father wiped his tears away from his cheeks, then rested his hand on his shoulder. It was really warm. “Alright. Think more before you decide, because it’s a big change. And if you believe in something, I expect you to mean it.”

A-Fu wasn’t going to think more because he meant it, he really, really did. He didn’t even look at the body of the rabbit as Gray-Father brought it home and he hid behind his hands when they stopped by the kitchen to drop it off. When a golden Jin butterfly fluttered from the sky, Gray-Father scowled and lifted A-Fu down from Leiting’s big back and set him on the ground. “Go find Huaisang. I’ll be by later.”

Instead, A-Fu first wandered to his room and ate the rest of the sticky candied hawthorn that he had forgotten next to his bed and felt a little better. Then, he went and found Uncle Huaisang. He burst right into his room and announced how terrible hunting was. “Did you know they kill the animals!?” he demanded up at him. “Did you know that? I think everyone should!”

Uncle Huaisang pressed his lips together, looking at the door like it had said something rude. Then, he took A-Fu out into their garden and together, they threw seeds on the warm ground and watched the different birds come fluttering down, bright as little bits of colored cloth. He even showed A-Fu how to follow them from behind and reach down to catch it. He wouldn’t let A-Fu try on his own, cause he might grab too hard, but he let him hold one really, really gentle in his hands after he caught it.

It was tiny and smooth and he could feel its little heart beating super fast against his fingertips through its fluff as it looked around. It was so light and small that he all of a sudden got worried that he would squeeze too hard and kill it, so he let it go. 

The rest of the day while he played and ate and ran around and snuggled with Gray-Father, the rabbit totally wasn’t even in his head. 

But that night, after he was tucked into bed and the lantern got blown out, he laid there and thought about the bunny and death. What if they killed a baby bunny's mommy and now it was all alone in the dark? What if it was a Cloud Recesses bunny's cousin? What if they had just killed A-Yuan's bunnies’ A-Yuan? A-Yuan would cry and cry and cry all day if he had seen. 

Rolling over onto his back, he watched the branches outside wave against his ceiling in the moonlight, rustling outside his window in the wind that blew in the sweet smell of flowers. Death seemed to be what big, strong things did to littler, weaker things. It made sense--people were bigger and stronger than the bunny, so they killed it. Tigers were bigger and stronger than regular people, so they killed them. 

Were his birth parents small and weak? They had to be. Had someone shot them through the heart, just like Gray-Father did today? He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed them, green and black speckled clouds of stars squishing around in the dark. Before today, they had just been a story Blue-Father told him. It hadn’t been real life. And he never really thought or wondered about them dying; they just were dead already. But he guessed that they didn’t just come that way because dead people couldn’t have babies. It was weird. 

It was better that he had his real fathers, now. They wouldn’t ever leave him and Gray-Father could beat up every tiger.

When he got back to the Cloud Recesses at the end of the month, he made sure everyone knew what hunting really was. “And the bunny just died!”

Great-Uncle Qiren sipped from his tea cup, then set it back down in front of him. “Yes, that is the nature of hunting. If you’re worried, it does not sound like the creature suffered.”

“Uh…” No, he hadn’t thought about that. “That’s good. I guess.”

Blue-Father squeezed the base of his neck, comfortingly. “That must have been quite a shock if you weren’t expecting it.”

“Yeah….Did my birth parents get shot by an arrow?”

Blue-Father took in a quick breath, but it was Great-Uncle Qiren who said, in a quieter, kinder voice, “No, Lan Fu. They died in battle, protecting their Clan. You don’t need to know more than that.”

“Why?”

“There is no need to trouble your mind with such knowledge while you are young. Know they did what they could to protect you. As Xichen does now.” 

“I won’t be troubled!”

Great-Uncle Qiren shook his head, mouth a tiny bit smiley under his moustache. “Enough.”

“Will you tell me later? When I’m older?” 

He tilted his head a little. “Perhaps.”

“7?”

“No, it will be many years. Do not ask again, I will not answer.”

A-Fu looked up at Blue-Father, who was petting the ends of his hair where it laid over his shoulders, watching him with a soft smile. “I’m never gonna go hunting again,” he said, firmly. “I’m gonna eat like a Lan always.”

Blue-Father’s eyes curved up and Great-Uncle Qiren made a little bit of a pleased face and nodded. “It is wise of you to consider the sanctity of life and purity of your body. It is why we have this rule.”

Huh! There were good reasons for rules! A-Fu never knew. 

When he told his class, some of them already knew about it, like the older kids and A-Yuan--which wasn’t surprising because A-Yuan knew everything. But a lot of them asked questions, which he did his best to answer while feeling very important. They asked him things like ‘did you see its ghost?’ and ‘was it scary?’ and he demonstrated being dead a couple times, then Gray-Father being the hunter. After a while, they all wanted to try and they ended up all taking turns pretending to die and kill each other in a big game around the practice yard, which was really fun! Until Teacher Lan Hai came back outside and had them practice tightrope again.

[redux-iterum]

A Kindling: Chapter One

(AO3 counterpart here.)

Rusty jerked awake and banged his head on the bottom of the armchair he lay under.

His immediate reaction was to hiss and duck down again, silently bemoaning each residual wave of pain between his ears. The armchair, just tall enough to allow him space to crawl underneath, shifted above him. The top of his human’s head appeared upside-down to peer at him curiously, mane dragging on the floor. He blinked at them and they chuffed, eyes crinkled, before the head disappeared again.

Rusty waited for the last achy throb to fade away before he crawled out from underneath the armchair, stopping to stretch between his human’s feet and shake his fur out to the irritating dinging of the bell on his collar. He felt fingers gently scratch at his neck and between his shoulders, to which he responded with an obligatory purr. The fingers lifted away as the human trilled something in a high pitch. Rusty’s pelt brushed against one of their legs as he turned and headed for the next room.

His food was still there, in its bowl. Rusty ignored it completely, even as his stomach gave a hint of a growl. The stuff tasted terrible and never seemed to make him full. Not for the first time, he reminisced about his last home, where he had been given something soft and much more delicious.

His mind started wandering on the topic of new and old sensations, as it always did, and he distantly felt his feet carrying him through the overly-warm kitchen and to the flap in the door he’d learned to use on his first few days in this house. He barely paid attention to where he was going; he was in the throes of his dream, before he had been startled into the waking world.

It was always the same: he would be prowling through a place he had never been, yet felt right at home in. The place changed every time he dreamed. Sometimes the grass was tall enough that he had to rear up to see ahead, sometimes it was unending stone formations that curved oddly smoothly and arched above his path. Usually…

Rusty pushed through the flap into the night, walked across the yard with cut grass that irritated his pawpads, and leaped onto chairs and pots until he was at the top of the fence that separated him from the outside world.

Usually, it was what he saw ahead of him—a thick forest, so dense with trees and ferns and bushes that it was impossible to track any potential trails to follow, and rich with the scents of the wild. Even from this distance, through the dark and the petrichor from the rain, those scents seemed to find him at all times of the day and night.

Rusty breathed deep, enjoying the freshness of the damp earth and the many, many smells he could not identify from the forest. It was close. Very close—

“There you are!”

Rusty blinked in surprise and turned his head to see another kitten in the next yard, who did a much less graceful job of getting up onto his fence, scrabbling and puffing for air every time he had to heft his considerable weight to meet with his friend.

“I didn’t think you’d be out this late, Smudge,” Rusty said once he had finally sat down on the rail and was catching his breath.  

“Well, I was looking for you all day,” Smudge said, letting out one final huff before sitting up straight. “Were you inside the entire time? What were you doing?”

“Ehm…” Rusty cocked his head sideways a little in thought. “Sleeping, I guess. I was having a lot of nice dreams. I suppose I didn’t want to wake up.”

“Very unlike you, bud.” Smudge gave him an amused look. “Even the old homebody down the way asked where you were today. He said you weren’t around to scare his prey off.”

Rusty snorted. “He’s never caught a thing in his life and we all know it.”

“Well, neither have we,” Smudge said. “Just a matter of time with you, though, I suppose.”

Rusty frowned. “You could catch something one day, too—”

Smudge blinked slowly, unimpressed, and motioned with a paw to his own chest and belly. He was quite different from Rusty—black-and-white and much softer and rounder. He looked like how he lived, never moving far from his bed and food bowl if he could help it.

Rusty, ginger and much wirier, persisted. “Still, you never know.”

“S’pose we don’t.” Smudge glanced out at the forest before them. “Though I wouldn’t dare try, myself. Not over there, anyway, since you keep looking that way.”

“There aren’t really any other places to hunt, though,” Rusty said. “Unless we wanted to go—”

“’We’,” Smudge muttered.

“’We’.” Rusty nodded. “Unless we wanted to go further into the neighborhood and try that park.”

“Eh.” Smudge rolled a shoulder like the very idea of walking that far pained his limbs. “There’re probably ferals out there too.”

Rusty did not respond to this. He was looking back into the forest, thinking. He’d heard stories of feral cats living in those woods—wild giants that lined their borders with the fur of trespassers and ate the bones of helpless kittens and house cats. He’d been warned many times by the adults in his neighborhood to stay away from them, and to run as soon as he saw a hint of their eyes or caught the scent of strange plants and cut wood (whatever that smelled like, he wasn’t sure). Apparently there were even more feral colonies far away, but he knew nothing about them. What everyone was concerned about was the group in the forest.

“Mind a nibble on your thoughts?” Smudge said, jerking Rusty back to the present.

“Just—” Rusty looked between his friend and the woods. “Just wondering what’s in there.”

“Probably nothing good.” Smudge wrinkled his nose distastefully. “A bunch of mud and bullies, I’ll bet.”

“Really?” Rusty looked at Smudge sideways, head tilted a little. “I’ll bet there’s a lot of prey and adventures waiting past those trees.”

“Ohhh,” Smudge said with a grand sarcasm. “Lots of good times in there?”

“All of the good times,” Rusty returned. “And if there are cats, I’ll bet they’re not as bad as everyone says.”

Smudge huffed an amused breath. “Tell you what, you bring one back for me to see myself, one that’s real nice and friendly, and I’ll personally take you to the park tomorrow.”

A spark of something lit up Rusty’s mind. “You know, I might take you up on that.”

All of Smudge’s snarky demeanor vanished in an instant. “Rusty, I was joking.”

“Well, I’m not.” Rusty bunched up and looked over the fence, eyeing the best place to land.

“Don’t—” Smudge puffed up out of the corner of his eye and his volume rose. “Rusty, don’t.”

“No, no, we have a bet.” Rusty jumped and landed with, he proudly noted, barely a stumble. “I’ve got to go find you a feral.”

“They’ll eat you alive!” Smudge protested, looking genuinely anxious. “Come back here! I wasn’t even serious!”

“See you in a while, Smudge!” Rusty called over his shoulder, and started off at a trot through the soft, uncut grass.

“Rusty!” Smudge shouted, but Rusty didn’t look back. He simply padded along, ignoring his friend’s yells, only pausing for an instant as he hit the treeline before pushing his way past a fern. The forest swallowed him and Smudge’s voice faded away.

Rusty stopped a few steps in, eyes wide. The trees, he knew, were always taller than the houses, but up close they seemed to scratch the sky—he wasn’t sure he was even able to see their peaks from here. Some smaller forms of them, much more delicate and thin, fought their way out of the brush that covered almost every bit of ground. The ferns, soft and broad and fringed, took up what the brush didn’t, and patches of incredibly soft grass soaked up what little moonlight they could catch. Everything was vibrant, fresh, alive.

More than that, though, were the scents, so numerous and strong that they threatened to knock Rusty off his feet. Even the trees clouded his nose, and he understood instantly what smells the adults were talking about. The ferns and grass were almost delicious, and the packed soil under his paws smelled not only of rain, but of something that made Rusty’s stomach growl. Something like what he had eaten in his old home.

He wanted to find it.

Without quite understanding what he was doing, Rusty lowered his body into a half-crouch and he tried to pinpoint the scent past all the others. Experimentally, he opened his mouth, and the air brought him a taste that seemed to be coming from his right. He sniffed, turning slowly, ears swiveling.

Something rustled in the ferns, and something else lit up in his head.

Very slowly, very carefully, Rusty moved forward, trying to track the scent as he went. His shoulders brushed against the fronds, but luckily, they made no sound (“Luckily?” What was he trying to sneak up on?). He cursed in his head when his feet shifted the soil and the rustling stopped. He paused, and the rustling eventually continued, as did he.

He closed in on this unknown target, until he ducked below a fern that was blocking his view. In a little clear patch of ground, he could see something tiny and brown scuttling back and forth, digging at the earth or chewing on grass. It had a long, naked tail and wide ears, and Rusty had a vague idea of what it was supposed to be, based on a toy he had at home that looked about the same, save being much more brightly colored.

Again, not having a clue why, Rusty crouched further, eyes focused on the animal. He kept as still as possible, waiting for an opportunity to… do something. The animal was entirely unaware of him. He lifted one paw and took a step, pulling himself closer.

The bush ahead of him violently shook and the animal darted into the undergrowth.

Rusty straightened up, greatly annoyed. He glared at the bush, now catching a scent of something else. Something that was also familiar, but still as new as the rest of this forest. And, going by the continued shaking, something quite large.

Rusty had a faint idea that he should probably run.

[capsucker24]

His good girl

Summary: Steve takes advantage of your naivety. After all how can you not help out a best friend?

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warning: 18+, suburban life AU, oral (m receiving), praising, suggestive towards lots of cum, breast play?, not sure on anything else..

Word count: 2.2k

You were splayed out on the couch watching a cheesy Rom-com, when you heard the handle of your front door unlocking with a small jiggle of the knob. You slightly looked over to the door. This would have normally scared you, but ever since you gave Steve a spear key to your home. You grew accustomed to him coming over every once in a while.

You and Steve have been best friends since the both of you can remember. You grew up in houses right next to each other and either one of you will always visit one another. He was nearly two year older than you, but he was still your best friend and you looked up to him. He was nice to you, he gave you gifts, he gave you the nicest hugs, he even defended you when you were being picked on by a stuck up high schooler. So when your parents wanted to move, you suggested you wanted to keep their house, like Steve had. You were grown with a job, so it couldn't be that hard. Your parents finally agreed, “plus if anything goes wrong, Steve is right next door” your mother had said. Perhaps her words lead to you giving up that spear key to him. Now, five years later, you still had that strong friendship.

Steve walked through the doorway closing the door behind him. You didn't expect him to be back so early, what had happened to his date?

“She stood me up,” he said, hanging his coat on the coat rack beside the door.

“I'm so sorry,” you said getting up from your place on the couch and moving over to give him a hug. His hugs were always so warm, his large body instantly covering your own. You went to pull back from the hug, but he wouldn’t let go.

“I wanna hug longer,”

“I know, I just wanna finish my movie. We can cuddle?” You replied, forcing yourself from his embrace and grabbing his hand, leading him towards the couch and getting into a cuddling position. Him spooning you while you faced the TV. The both of you laid there as silence elapsed, when you felt Steve’s hand creep up from your stomach to a place underneath your breast.

“What are you doing?” You asked, turning your head slightly to face him.

“I need my stress balls, doll.” He said, while cupping one of your breasts. You let out a small “oh” and went back to watching your movie.

His actions didn’t phase you, he did this whenever he felt sad, stressed, or angry. It started two years back when he was flooded with work. You walked into his home office and saw him sitting there rubbing his forehand in annoyance. You asked what you can do to help, to which he replied with saying that your boobs will relieve some of the built-up stress. You were hesitant at first, but he reassured you that good female friends let their friends use their breast as stress balls. Steve knew this wasn’t true, but he also knew you didn't want to make him sad, so you complied.

You suddenly felt a shiver course throughout your body when Steve softly pinched and twisted your nipple, which was growing hard by the second.

He kept on doing this same motion throughout the rest of the movie. Steve wanted to do more, he wanted to suck and nibble on your breast, but he knew it wasn’t the right time. Making up a fake date can only get him so far.

~~~

The ice cream in your hand was glistening from its own melting liquid under the bright shining sun, as you walked alongside Steve.

“Hey, come here,” he said, stopping the both of you. He took out a napkin from his pocket and brought it towards the corner of your mouth, wiping off the smear of vanilla ice cream that was there.

“Thank you.” You said, smiling up at him. He adored that smile, your lips. He wanted to taste them, he imagined how the vanilla on your lips will make his taste the same. He cleared his throat, feeling himself growing hard.

“Where do you want to go next?” he grabbed your empty hand and continued to walk beside you.

“I'm kind of tired, can we go home?”

“Anything for my sweet girl,” he looked down at you and smiled

You smiled at the praise and continued to walk towards the parking lot with Steve to his car. By the time the both of you arrived, you had thrown out the little remaining ice cream you had. You wanted to keep it, but Steve told you to throw it out because he didn't want a mess in his car. You opened the door to the front passenger seat and was about to take a seat, but was met with paperwork and a briefcase resting on your spot.

“Oh, sorry about that,” Steve said, climbing into the driver's seat. “Can you sit in the back? I don't wanna move the papers around too much. I might end up losing some and rearrange the order.” You stepped back, closed the door and entered into the back seats with a huff and a pout on your face.

“You really need to organize your car,” you complained, crossing your arms and looking at his eyes through the rear view mirror. He only chuckled at your childish behavior and began to pull out the parking lot and towards his home. He was glad those paperwork were there, now he could steal glances at you through the rear view mirror, while you scrolled through your phone.

The car ride was uneventful. Steve had tried talking to you, but you ignored him. It was making him irritated and he found himself gripping the steering wheel tighter every time you didn’t respond.

Once Steve parked the car in his driveway, you were quick to open the door and head towards your own home, growing more tired as the seconds went on. You gave Steve a quick thanks before crossing to your side of the fence and into your house.

You took off your shoes and placed them beside the door. You walked deeper into your house and slumped down on the couch remote in hand and turned on a TV series you were watching. You don't know when it happened, but your eyes felt heavy to the point where you couldn't hold them open anymore.

You woke from a knock from the door. It was dark outside, how long have you slept? You got up from your position on the couch and made a beeline towards the door. When you opened it, Steve was standing there with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey, I… um, need your help,” was the first thing he said. You immediately invited him inside. He walked over to your couch and sat with his head in hands.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You asked. You walked towards him and decided to sit next to him. You put your hand on his back, rubbing it slowly in circular motions.

“It's just that… paperwork is continuously piling up, my boss is constantly yelling, and I could really use a break to unwind this built up tension.”

“You can use my stress balls if you’d like?” He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and shakes his head, sighing.

“That won't work.”

“Oh, um what can I do then?” You were even more worried now. If he denied your offer, he must have been really stressed. He sat up straight and took your hands in his.

“Maybe you can give me a handjob?” You were taken aback at his suggestion. “You’ll make me feel better.” He added quickly after seeing your shocked expression.

“I don't know, I never really gave one.” Sure, you had your virginity taken, but you never really played with a man's member.

“Please,” he said with puppy eyes. You sighed and gave in. How could you resist that look?

“...Fine, how do I um... do it?” His eyes lit up at your words.

“Get on the floor in between my legs.” He said while spreading his legs open to create space for you to fill in. You stood up from your place on the couch and settled down in between his legs.

“Take my pants off, doll.” You swallowed thickly and raised both hands towards his belt. Once the belt was loose, you gripped the side of his pants and boxers at once and began to pull it down. He raised his hips, allowing you to fully take his pants off of his legs. You nearly gasped when you looked back up to see his cock. Long, thick and hard with a tip that looked swollen; painful.

“Just stroke it, baby.” He spoke with a huff. You moved a hand towards his length and wrapped your fingers around it and noticed how they barely touched each other on either end. You began to pump up and down.

“Just like that, baby. Faster, tighter. Come on,” he breathlessly said as you did what you were told. “With both hands.” even with both hands now wrapped around his length, there was at least 2 inches left over.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked, feeling your hands cramp.

“Yea, you’re doing so good. Keep going.” You somehow found all this pleasing. The pet names, the way he felt in your hands, and how every now and then, a droplet of pre-cum will ooze from his tip. The more you stared as you hand moved up and down, the more you wanted to taste him and have him in your mouth. You looked down feeling your face heat up.

“Hey, why are you getting all shy now, sweetie?” Steve asked, noticing you looking down and your hands losing its pace. “Tell me what's on your mind” He gently grabbed your chin, making you look up at him.

“I- I wanna suck it” you coly voiced. Steve was shocked, but overjoyed nonetheless.

“Then suck it, baby. It’s all yours” He said, now stroking your chin. You paused your hand movements and leaned in till your lips were kissing his tip. “Start off slow.” You licked his tip and he hissed. You stopped and pulled back looking up at him, afraid that you had hurt him.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, sweetheart. You’re doing so good.” He reassured you. You went back down and took his tip into your mouth this time. You lazily moved your tongue along the underside of his head, hollowing your cheeks as you did.

“You wanna try going deeper?” He asked. You looked up at him and nodded as best as you could. You pulled, took a breath, and took him in your mouth again. As you descended down his length, you heard slight moans from the man above you. You looked down and saw he was halfway in when the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. So well” He spoke stroking your hair. You slightly gagged when he angled his hips higher, causing him to go deeper into your throat. You pulled back, clearing your throat.

“Are you feeling better?” you ask

Not yet, baby. Just a little more” he said, slowly pumping his cock that was now coated in a thin layer of your saliva

“But, my jaw is starting to ache” You had just noticed the small pain every time you spoke.

“You wanted this, Right? You wanna make me feel better?” You did want to help him out so you nodded your head with a small ‘yes’ in response. He grabbed the back of your head and brought you forward, angling it right above is dick.

“Open up nice and wide” You did as he said and he took his cock in hand, guiding it into your mouth. He took you deeper than you had before causing you to squeeze your eyes shut, holding back from gagging.

“ Eyes on me,baby. I wanna see you” His said. Voice low, but soft encouraging you to bob your head faster and go deeper each time.

“That feels incredible, baby. Imma cum soon ok? I want you to swallow it all” You gave a small hum around him suggesting a ‘yes’. He groaned as he grabbed your head, pushing it down deeper. “Here it comes, baby.”

You felt his body tense with a moan as ropes of cum coats your tongue and throat. You begin to swallow but more of it seems to keep coming. His eyes are squeezed shut as he jerks his hips upwards as the last drops shoot out. He finally blows out a long breath, while you swallow the remaining load.

“you did such a good job. You made me feel much better” He said while wiping the small drop of cum off your chin with his thumb and making you suck it clean. The both of you stood up. You went to grab a glass of water and he went to put on his pants. As you drank from the glass cup, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist.

“You okay?” Steve asked as he rested his chin on your shoulder from behind.

“I should be asking you that” Steve smiled at the sound of your hoarse voice.

“I am fine, all thanks to you. My good girl.”

~The end

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Homemade Rings

A/N: I am on a roll with these fics. Heres another Draco fic for all you Draco lovers, my next fic will for sure be a Sirius x reader. I’ve had this idea for a while now and I’m not sure if I like it or not. Give me feedback on it, I want to know ways on how to improve. Anyways, send in some requests. I wanna hear your ideas! 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy X Potter! Reader

Summary: Draco’s parents find out about his relationship with Harry’s twin sister and they do not like it. 

Warnings: Lucius being an abusive prick. Jily is alive (obviously) and some Wolfstar, if you squint. 

Word Count: 3k

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(Not my gif, credit to whoever made it)

Waking up, the smell of bacon hits your nostrils. You sit up on your bed and stretch out your arms, letting out a loud yawn. Looking around your room, your school books were sprawled out on your desk from last night. To prepare for the upcoming OWL’s. your teachers assigned work for the summer and expected all fifth years to have it complete by September. It was utterly rubbish but you wanted top scores, so you dealt with it. 

Leaving your warm bed, you made your way downstairs and entered the kitchen, “Good morning dad, good morning mum.” You said, giving each parent a kiss on the cheek. You sat down at your regular chair, next to your dad. 

“Y/n, be a dear and call your brother downstairs.” Your mum said while placing pancakes onto your fathers plate. 

“Harry, get your ass downstairs! Mum made breakfast which dad and I are gonna eat all if you don’t come eat now!” You yelled, making Lily jump and your dad earning a glare from her for laughing. 

“Not like that Y/n and watch your language. Merlin knows where you get those words from.” You laughed mumbling a ‘uncle Sirius’ and began nibbling on a piece of bacon. Harry made his way downstairs and sat down next to you. 

“Did you really have to yell? Your annoying voice probably made the whole house shake.” Your twin rubbed his eyes, as he was still half asleep. 

“Awe did I disturb the dream you had about Ginny?” You teased taking a bite from your piece of toast, a light blush formed on his face. 

“How was your dream about Dr— Ow!” You kicked him in the leg before he could finish his sentence, sending him a death glare as well. Your parents didn’t know about your relationship with Draco, the both of you made an agreement to wait to tell each others families. The only reason Harry knew was because he caught you and Draco making out in the quidditch locker rooms, which he deeply wishes he could erase the memory of his enemy having his sister against the wall. 

“Dreaming about who now?” James asked, looking at you suspiciously. 

You put on your most innocent smile and turned your gaze to him, “No one daddy, Harry is just being an idiot. Isn’t that right Harry?” You asked, turning back to your twin brother. 

Harry nodded his head in agreement while rubbing the area where you kicked him. James stared at you for a few more seconds, then began talking about any recent quidditch news. When he found out Harry joined Gryffindors quidditch team in first year and you joining in your second year, he was over the moon. He bragged about it to anyone who would listen and made sure to attend every game you two had. Which also meant that you and Harry had to have practice outside of school whenever you were both home. Thankfully this summer he took it down a notch on the training since he heard Oliver Wood put the Gryffindor team through rigorous training day and night. You could still feel your bones being sore even if its been months since then. 

After breakfast, Lily made you and Harry clean up which only resulted in an argument involving who would wash the dishes. You ended up throwing water at Harry, who did the same the to you. Lily sent James to stop the two of you but that only made James join in on the water fight. It ended once Lily walked in and made the three of your clean it all up, without magic. 

“I asked for two kids and I ended up with three!” She exclaimed after shoving a mop into your dads hand and left the room. The three of erupted into a laughing fit and began to clean up. 

When Draco woke up that morning, he knew something was going to happen that day and his guts were giving him the indication that it wasn’t something good. He dragged himself out of bed and got dressed. Going to his nightstand, he picked up the ring you gifted him for his birthday on the train ride back home. The minute you gave him the ring, he loved it. It was one of the only items he owned that was handmade with love. You told him how you made it with your uncle Remus. He placed it on his right ring finger and walked down to eat his breakfast. 

He saw his mother already sitting down with a book in her hands and a cup of tea to her left. He sat down and his breakfast was placed in front of him. 

Narcissa looked down, noticing the ‘new’ ring on his finger, “Where did you the ring from?” She questioned. 

Draco looked down and stared at it while his spoke, “Oh um a friend gifted it to me as a birthday present.” He avoided his mothers eyes, she always knew when he lied and he hoped she would drop it. It wasn’t a full lie either. 

“Friend as in girlfriend?” A smile grew on her face, Draco looked at her now. “You don’t have to hide it from me Draco, tell me about her. Oh! Lucius dear, Draco was just about to tell me about his girlfriend.” Narcissa spoke, becoming more eager to hear about the girl who stole her sons heart. Lucius sat down across from his wife and motioned for Draco to start speaking. 

Draco’s palms started to sweat and his face began to redden. “What’s her name?” Narcissa asked. 

“Her n-name is Y/n.” He stuttered, he wiped his hands on his trousers. Last time he felt this nervous was when he asked you out. 

“And her last name?” Lucius asked, growing interested. He heard the name before, he just couldn’t pinpoint where. Draco knew his parents weren’t going to drop the conversation until they were satisfied. He sighed, preparing for the outcome. He looked over to his mother, who was smiling and waiting for him to respond.

Draco looked back down to his ring, “Her last name is Potter.” 

Narcissa’s smile quickly turned to a frown and Lucius dropped the fork onto his plate. 

“Don’t play jokes, Draco. They aren’t pleasant,” Draco shook his head at his fathers words, “well then I guess you’ll just have to end it then. We cannot be associated with blood traitors, especially the Potters. They are awful people.” 

Draco began growing angry at his fathers words, gripping the fork in his hands tighter. Although he didn’t like Harry and was annoyed by his presence, Draco simply couldn’t categorize your family as awful. Suddenly a wave of confidence hit Draco and before thinking, he stood up to Lucius. 

“You’re the awful one father, you’re simply judging Y/n’s family because you didn’t like her father back in school. I love her a lot and I refuse to break up with her.” Lucius stood up abruptly snd forced Draco to stand up. Holding him up by the collar of his shirt, Lucius slammed Draco against the wall. Narcissa let out a yell. 

“You will not speak to me like that in my own house! You will break up with her Draco!” Draco flinched at his fathers shouts but he hasn’t about to back down. 

“I’m not breaking up with her.” He looked directly into his fathers eyes and tried shoving him off. 

Lucius threw Draco onto the hard floor, the side of his face began to pound in pain as it hit the floor. “Then you can leave and never come back.” Lucius walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing in the silent house. 

Turning to face his mother, Narcissa simply turned around and left the room. Draco wiped away the blood that was running down his, now broken, nose. He quickly made his way up back to his bedroom and began packing. He’d much rather lose the two people who made his life miserable rather the girl who showed how to love others and himself. He left his bedroom, he debated saying goodbye to his mother but decided against it. He didn’t want to make the situation worse. 

Arriving at Godrics Hollow, he ignored the people giving him weird looks. No doubt that they were all confused at the boy who appeared like he just got out of a rough fight and was walking around in none summer clothing. 

He stood in front of your house feeling stupid. He shouldn’t have showed up here and instead went somewhere else. He’s never meet your family, only your brother of course. What if they didn’t want him there? What if you didn’t want him there? 

His felt as if he lost control of his body because now he found himself knocking on the front door, 'too late now’, he thought. He could hear loud laughs coming from the other side of the door, his heart swelled when he heard yours. Draco also began to grow sadder, those laughs were coming from everyone inside the house, something he never got to experience in his. Knocking once more, he started to hear footsteps approaching the door. 

You and your family were seated in the living room, eating cookies that your mum and you made together the night before. Your brother and dad were no help of course, along with your uncle Sirius. You were quite surprised he hasn’t showed up yet, Sirius was there almost everyday and Remus could only stop him so many times. 

Laughing at some stupid dad joke James made, knocking was heard in the living room. James got up to answer it. He immediately recognized him as Malfoy’s son, the platinum blonde hair was also an obvious factor. 

“Draco, what brings you here?” James grew more concerned when he saw Draco’s bruised face and blood coated nose, “here come in, come in.” He helped Draco into the foyer and called out to Lily. He couldn’t help but let his mind go back to when Sirius was in a similar position when they were 16. 

You and Harry looked at each other confused, were your ears playing jokes on you or was Draco actually at your door? Your eyes widened and were filled with concern when your parents brought Draco to the couch. Almost as a reflex, you made you way to him and cupped his face with your hands. Draco winced at your touch, tears began to cloud your eyesight. You never seen him like this before, the only time you saw get hurt was back in third year with the hippogriff incident. 

“Harry, go get the first aid kit and my wand,” you looked over to your brother as your mother spoke, he was frozen. His face filled with shock, he knew Lucius could be mean but he never thought he would hurt his own son. “Harry now please.” Back to reality, he nodded and went to grab the items Lily asked for. 

Words couldn’t form in your mouth, you wanted to ask him how this happened and why it happened. In the back of your mind, you felt as if you already knew the answers to your questions. Draco wiped away the tears the spilled from your eyes with his thumb, you smiled sweetly at him. Your brother came back and handed the things to Lily, Harry moved you to give your parents space to heal Draco. 

Once they finished, they left the room to give you two space, your closeness to him already confirmed that you two were together. They noticed the ring you made on his finger, as well. Silence surrounded the room as you laid next to him. Neither of you wanting to ruin the quietness. 

“It was father,” Draco spoke softly, you looked up and stared at him, “mother saw the ring and started asking questions. I told them about you and father got angry. Mother didn’t do anything, she didn’t even try to stop him when he kicked me out.” His voice breaking as he spoke, tears that he held in, were now streaming down his face. 

You held him tightly and let him cry it out, it was rare to see Draco like this and you knew he needed all the support he could get right now. You helped him enter your bedroom and laid him down on your bed. Harry let him borrow some of his clothes, as much as he didn’t like Draco, Harry knew this wasn’t about him and he knew he had to be friend not an enemy to Draco right now. 

You let Draco fall asleep, whispering reassuring words to him. Once you were sure he was sleeping, you made your way downstairs to the kitchen to help your mom with dinner. Lily noticed you walk in and motioned you to help cut the vegetables. 

“How long have you guys been together for?” Your mothers soft voice interrupted your thoughts. 

“Nearly a year and before you get upset with me, we both wanted to wait till we told our families. We were just worried that something like this would happen.” Lily simply nodded and gave you a smile. 

“Well you two look well for each other and I couldn’t be more grateful.” The two of continued to cook in silence. 

Draco woke up from your bed and he saw a note on your nightstand, ‘Don’t worry love, I’m in the kitchen helping mum with dinner. Feel free to come down and sit in the living room, love you.’ He smiled and looked in the mirror, he face looked a lot better but it was still bruised. 

He left your room and looked around in the hallway, Harry’s room was across from yours. The door was slightly open, he noticed a few posters on his wall. Mostly of quidditch. His parents never allowed him to put posters on his walls, they thought it was ugly and didn’t match the aesthetic the Manor held. 

He walked down the stairs and entered the living room, he noticed your dad sitting in one of the chairs, reading a books. Making his way towards the same couch he was once on, he sat down and James looked up from his book, giving him a warm smile. 

“Lily and Y/n are finishing up dinner, I’m assuming you must be starving.” Draco gave him a nod. 

“I want to thank you, Mr. Potter for allowing me in your home. I know I just showed up without warning, which I apologize for but it was the only place that came to mind.” Draco played with the rings on his fingers. 

“Please don’t apologize, this isn’t the first time something similar like this has happened and we can only accept you with open arms, and please call me James. Being called ‘Mr. Potter’ makes me feel old.” James set his book down on the coffee table, “I’m not going to lie Draco, when Harry and Y/n came home for the holidays in their first year and told us about how you would bully them, or more bullied Harry and his friends, I wanted nothing more than to set you straight. But I look at you now and I see a boy who grew up with the wrong beliefs. I can tell now, that you merely were engraved with the wrong words. I remember when Harry told me you and Y/n became friends in third year and although I didn’t enjoy it at first, I knew my little girl would help you become better and see things in a different light.” Draco’s eyes glistened. 

“The ring your wearing,” James pointed out the ring Draco was wearing on his finger, “she said she made it for someone special and someone she loved. The second I saw it on you, I knew just how much you mean to her, the way she described every detail on it to Lily and seeing how happy it made her, made me incredibly happy and wonder who was the lucky boy or girl making my daughter gleam with happiness. You are family now, Draco. We will always be there for each other and you are welcomed to stay here for as long as you need to. The Potters will always welcome you with open arms and warm food, clothes, and whatever you need. Don’t feel like a stranger here.” 

You stood by the door, as you saw your dad and boyfriend hug it out. You cleared your throat while smiling widely, “Dinner is ready, mum said to call Harry down dad.” 

“Harry, dinner is ready! Hurry up or you’re going to miss out!” Your dad shouted, already making his way to the dinner table. 

“Oh for merlin’s sake James, not again.” Lily scolded. 

You held out your hand towards Draco, “Come love, dinner is extremely delicious tonight.” Draco smiled and took your hand. 

Harry entered the room, “Dad please stop yelling, you and Y/n really need to stop doing that already.” Giving a smile to Draco, he sat down across from you. 

“Never dear brother, what were you doing anyways? Trying to come up with a plan to sneak into the girls dorms and make out with Ginny?” You teased, Harry threw a piece of bread at you. 

“Oh good luck on that Harry, Sirius and I could never figure it out. Let me know how it goes.” Lily hit James’ head, 

“Don’t encourage him dad, the last thing mum needs is a later from him explaining how he got Ginny pregnant.” Now it was Harry’s turn to kick you, “Ow!” 

“Speaking of which, Draco you will be sleeping with Harry in the meantime while we prep a room for you, I am way too young and handsome to become a grandfather.” 

“Of course sir, Harry you won’t mind if I put up some Slytherin posters right?” Draco gave a cheeky smile to Harry, which resulted in Harry’s having a playful scowl on his face. 

“Wait dad, I thought you were fifty?” You said. 

“Hey! I’m far from fifty!” 

[eyebagsbutglam]

Bubble Bath

Hi! This piece was inspired by a gif and a little chat with the love of my life @patchworkpuzzle Thank you for being my muse!

You had a long day at work, so your sweet husband Kiri makes sure you’re well taken care of.

WC: 3033

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, c*nnilingus, light ch*king, bites, foot licking, kinda switch Kiri, sorry if I forgot something

Walking through the front door of your house you let out a sigh of relief. You’ve had, a day. Busy and seeming to last a whole week. You leaned against your front door and slid down to the floor, peeling off your shoes and placing them next to your purse on the floor to the side of the entryway table.

“Babe I’m home.” You manage to yell, but it came out sounding more like a croak. A head of thick shoulder length red hair peeks around the doorway to the kitchen and bright crimson eyes meet yours.

“Tough day Princess?” Kirishima says, walking over to you and wiping his hands on the half apron he wore around his waist. You took in the sight of him and your heart leaped. Your handsome house husband. How was he able to make an apron look sexy?

Kirishima knelt in front of you so he was eye level, sitting back on his heels. You rested your head back against the door taking a second to admire how his sleeveless shirt showcased his muscular arms. You sighed, “Tough doesn’t even begin to explain it.”

He reached forward to brush a fallen hair behind your ear and you closed your eyes, pressing into the warmth of his calloused hand. “Sounds like you need a little TLC then. Why don’t you run yourself a bath, I’ll make you some tea.”

You wanted to cry. Kirishima was always so considerate of you, showing you how much he appreciated everything you do for the two of you, how hard you work. “Thanks Eiji.” You lean forward placing a hand on his face and kissing his cheek. He grabs your hand helping you stand and walks back into the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove.

“Honey and coconut milk?” You hear him ask as you head down the hall to your bedroom. He knew you so well.

“Please and thank you.” You reply and reach up to unhook your bra, sliding the straps off your shoulders and pulling it out of the bottom of your shirt with a sigh of relief.

The bubbles on the water smelled of lavender and rosemary. You bought the bubble bath from a little boutique in town that sold oils, soaps, and lotions made from the purest of ingredients. Dipping in a toe to check the temperature you decided it was perfect and lowered the rest of your body into the tub, a long sigh leaving your lips.

The warm water soothed and loosened the perpetual knots in your back. You really needed to pay better attention to the way you held your body while you worked. Bending your knees you slid a little further into the water, the bubbles barely covering your breasts. You close your eyes and let the stress of the day melt away.

The door opening causes you to open your eyes and in walks your hunk of a husband holding a steaming cup of tea, his apron unfortunately discarded. “Here you go Princess,” He hands you the mug, “Just how you like it.”

You take a sip and let the warmth soothe you on the inside as the bathwater soothes you from the outside. Another sigh leaves you. “How is it that I got so lucky?” You meet his eyes and offer him a small smile, which he returns. He leans down and places a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I ask myself that everyday.” Your heart melts along with the tightness of your muscles.

Kirishima stands and turns to leave you to your peace, but halts at the door when you let out a sound that can only be described as a moan after taking another sip of your tea. The sound sends a vibration through him, making it impossible to walk out the door and leave you be.

You notice his hesitance and ask, “What is it, Eiji?” Sitting up slightly so your chest is fully out of the water. Suds drip down your breasts and your nipples peek at the change in temperature.

His pupils dilate at the sight and a need to touch you overtakes him. “How about a foot rub Princess? You look like you could use one after your long day.”

“Mhhm, that would be wonderful. Thanks Eiji.” You don’t notice the change in demeanour when he stalks to the tub, sitting on the lip and reaching into the water to grab one of your feet. Setting your mug on the floor you lean your head back on the lip of the tub and close your eyes as he begins rubbing circles into the ball of your foot.

The bathroom starts to fill with the sounds of your little moans and groans while he thoroughly massages one foot and moves to the next, and you are blissfully unaware of the effect those sounds have on him. You have no idea that the way your eyelids flutter when he strokes along the arch of your foot reminds him of how your eyes flutter shut when you're deep in the throws of passion, about to reach your release.

You miss the way he gulps when he notices a bead of sweat fall from your temple, tracing a line down your jaw to your neck, landing in the dip of your collarbone. It isn’t until you feel him lower your foot into the water and then run a hand from the inside of your knee to the top of your thigh that you open your eyes to be met with his lust blown gaze.

“Eiji,” You manage to whisper as your heart rate picks up. His hand stops right before it reaches your core and begins rubbing firm circles on your skin, his other hand landing on your hip.

This time you don’t miss the way his eyes dip to your lips, how his tongue traces over his own lip before he brings it between his teeth. The hand on your hip slowly slides up the side of your body as he leans his face so close to yours that you can feel his breath on your face.

“Shh, just let me take care of you Princess.” The nickname comes out as a purr and a heat that has nothing to do with the temperature of the water settles in your core.

Kirishima dips his face to the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and starts placing light kisses along your skin, moving up to your jaw. You feel his fingers brush along your pussy, stopping to rub excruciatingly soft circles on your clit.

A small whine escapes your lips and you arch into him, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders. You feel him smile against the skin on your neck just before he nips at a spot that has you digging your nails into his skin.

“Someone’s being a bit impatient today,” He murmurs against your skin, dragging his lips across your shoulder and back again. Your hands slacken and move to tangle into his hair. His hand at your waist moves to find your breast, fingers drawing lazy circles around your nipple. Oh he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every second of it.

“Please-” You whimper, his soft teasing starting to drive you crazy, “Please Eiji.”

Both his hands stop and he lifts his head from your neck to look into your eyes, earning a whine of protest from you.

“Please what? Do you want me to stop?” There was an innocent look of concern on his face but a mischievous gleam flashed in his eyes.

You shook your head and leaned in so your lips could meet his, only for him to stop you with a light hold on your neck, “You need to use your words Princess.”

“I-” You swallow, your mouth beginning to water, “I don’t want you to stop Eiji.”

The corners of his mouth twitch up and he pulls you to him and bites your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. “And what would you like me to do?” His grip on your neck tightens slightly and you hum in pleasure, your eyes rolling back before closing.

“I want you to-to keep touching me.” Your words are so quiet if he wasn’t as close as he was he probably wouldn't hear them.

His hand releases your throat and you hear him click his tongue. Your eyes open as he taps a finger on your lips, shaking his head. “Have you forgotten your manners, Little One?” He rubs along your cheek with the back of his fingers, “What do we say when we ask for something?”

Your eyes glaze over and all your stress from the day is completely forgotten. Only the thought of Kirishima’s body on yours fills your head and you purr, “I want you to keep touching me, Please.”

Kirishima lets out a growl and pulls the drain stop out before scooping you into his arms and walking your dripping body into the bedroom. He throws you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, settling himself between your legs, his clothes and your bed now soaked with bath water. You sit up, lips meeting his in a moan, pulling him into you with a hand at the back of his neck.

His hips grind against yours and you can feel his hard length through his pants. You move to buck your hips against his but he stops you with a hand on your hip, holding you in place.

Pulling away from the kiss he rests his forehead against yours, “Slow down Princess. I told you I’ll take care of you, and I’m a man of my word.” He places a hand to your chest in a silent command to lay back. You obey, settling into the pillows behind you.

He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head, kissing each one as if to say keep these here. His eyes meet yours and you nod, silently telling him you understand.

His hands lightly trace down your arms and he brushes his lips against yours, placing light kisses on the corner of your mouth and along your jaw. When he reaches your ear he whispers, “I’m going to take my time tasting every inch of you.”

His words have heat pooling between your legs and you try to clench your thighs together, but his hard muscular body between them makes it impossible.

A chuckle tickles the skin behind your ear as his lips begin their descent down your neck while his big strong hands find your breasts. His thumbs lightly graze your nipples, back and forth, then circle around them.

Your mind goes blank, pleasure slowly building until all you can think about is his hands on your body, his lips on your skin.

Kirishima kisses and nibbles down the column of your throat, his sharp teeth leaving little marks on your smooth skin. When he reaches the hollow of your throat he stops, “How are you feeling Princess,” he asks, his fingers continuing their caress.

“I feel good Eiji,” You murmur, “Please- don’t stop.”

Your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending attuned to him. He reaches up to place a kiss to your lips before moving to your sternum.

His kisses are sloppy, and with every brush of his tongue on your skin the coil in your core tightens, moisture collecting between your legs.

You feel his teeth nibble the bottom of your breast and then his mouth is on your nipple, sucking, tongue flicking and circling.

You arch into him and it’s taking every ounce of self restraint not to tangle your hands into his luscious locks and press him harder onto you. Instead you ball your hands into fists, your nails digging into your palm.

A whimper leaves you when he moves to your other nipple and you lock your legs around his waist. You feel his muscles shift under his shirt and realize you need to feel his skin on yours.

“Eiji,” he releases your nipple with a pop and your body twitches.

“Yes Little One?” His fingers resume their positions caressing your peeked nubs. Each graze sends a jolt through your body and you have to take a moment to remember what you were going to ask.

“I- want to feel your skin on mine. Please,” You start to drag his shirt up with the heel of your foot, “I need- need to feel you.”

He smiles, “Anything for my Princess,” and lifts up so he’s sitting back on his heels. Your legs fall to the bed and you watch him pull his shirt, damp and stuck to his skin from the water dripping off you, over his head, watching as his abs and obliques contract with the movement.

You bite your lip as you take him in. Broad shoulders and chest tapering into a cut abdomen. He takes the moment to tie his hair back into a bun, smirking at your shameless ogling.

“Getting your fill?” He croons, moving down the bed and pulling your legs so they’re laying flat. When he moves you can see the outline of his impressive length straining against his pants, discovering just how his tending to you is affecting him.

But right now it isn't about him, it’s about you. And he’s going to spend this time pleasuring you just how you deserve. You’re his Princess, and he’s going to make sure you’re spoiled rotten.

He brings your foot to his mouth and licks from your heel to the ball of your foot, sucking your big toe into his mouth and running his tongue around it. Then he’s moving up your leg, leaving open mouth kisses to your inner calf.

You open your legs to accommodate his size, toes curling at the feel of his skin against yours. Your body is hot, and if there wasn't already a wet spot on the bed from leaving the bath without being dried off, there would definitely be one from your arousal now dripping down your legs.

When he reaches your thighs he starts tracing patterns on your skin with his tongue, tasting every inch, leaving no spot unexplored. His hands roam your body, massaging and gripping your ass, hips, and waist.

You moan, writhing underneath him. His mouth is sinful. Every caress of his lips, every graze of his teeth, every brush of his tongue pulling you down into an inferno of desire.

Then his lips place a soft kiss between your hips and you realize your eyes were closed because they open, meeting his, which are already laser focused on you. His mouth curves in a devilish grin as he moves your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“Do I have your attention now Princess?”

Your eyes are glazed over with lust, mind hazy, and all you can do is nod, a small noise leaving your throat that is a mix between a moan and a whine.

“Good. Now keep those pretty eyes on me.” He keeps his eyes on yours while placing sloppy kisses to your inner thigh, nibbling in between.

This is when your restraint breaks and your hand finds his hair, the other resting to your side. He growls, allowing the new position, and responds with a kiss on your clit.

You moan, hips moving to grind yourself onto his face, but he has you pinned down before you can move. His tongue dips to taste your arousal and his eyes roll into the back of his head with a groan, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. “You have the sweetest pussy Princess.” He whispers onto you, eyes finding yours again while he continues to run his tongue along your folds.

Your hand balls into a fist in his hair as his tongue finds your clit and begins a pattern of flicks and circles, tightening that coil of pleasure in your core.

“F-fuck,” You whine, your head falling back into the pillows, tightening your grip on his hair to hold him in place while you grind yourself on his face. He obliges, holding his tongue firm, his cock throbbing in his pants while you use him.

Pressure builds and your moans grow louder until your climax hits you like a bus. Your shaking, legs weak, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Kirishima greedily laps up every drop of your cum. The strokes of his tongue on your overly sensitive pussy have you twitching, hand dropping to your side as your legs close around his head.

He finishes devouring you with a soft kiss, sliding your legs to the side and crawling up the bed to lay next to you. His fingers trace swirls on your stomach.

“How are you feeling,” Kirishima's voice snapped you from your pleasure coma and you turned toward him, humming, wrapping your arm around his waist and nuzzling into his chest.

“Very relaxed.” You spoke into his chest with a smile. A rumbling chuckle was his reply and his fingers found your hair, massaging your scalp.

You felt him place a kiss to your forehead and you moved closer to press the rest of your body against his. You were not surprised to be met with a very large, very hard present pressing against your abdomen.

You pulled away, looking down to catch a glimpse of his erection still straining in his pants and, as if in response to your gaze, it twitched.

You ran a finger along the underneath of his cock, from base to tip, as you looked into Kirishima’s crimson eyes, pupils already lust blown once more. “And now,” You grabbed him through his pants and stroked once, “Let me take care of you.”

He bucked into your hand, cupping your face to lock you into a long sensual kiss. The kiss broke and he rested his forehead against yours, smiling.

“How is it that I got so lucky?” He asks, rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

You smile, leaving a kitten lick on his lips before whispering, “I ask myself that every day.”

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Omg Kacey you should write about the dad witchers being reluctant about getting their child's first ever pet, since you know dad's usually don't want the pet but always end up falling in love with it 😅

A/N: Sooo I did a thing and combined a few of these together for a dad!witchers fic...... I hope this turned out well cause I don’t normally combine asks like this...

***

Lambert

“No. No way! Absolutely not!”

“Lambert-,”

“No, Y/N! Don’t even use that tone with me! You know cats don’t like witchers! Do you know what I am? A witcher, Y/N!” Your husband threw his hands into the air rather dramatically. 

You faked a look of surprise, eyes widening and mouth falling open.

“Really? A witcher? After all these years, you never thought to tell me? I had absolutely no way of knowing.”

“That attitude is not necessary, Y/N.” Lambert muttered. He turned his head to look in the direction Eva was in. 

She sat in the grass beneath the tall oak in the front yard. The calico kitten that you brought back from your trip to town was bouncing around in the grass next to her. 

“Lambert, Eva is excited that she found it.” You lowered your voice as you followed his gaze to your daughter. “It’s young and needs a home.”

“It probably has fleas. And it stinks. I can smell it all the way over here.” The witcher grumbled. 

“Lambert, please.” Your eyes found him. “It would break her heart if we had to find another home for it.”

Yellow eyes searched yours for a few moments before he groaned loudly.

“Fine. She can keep the mangy thing. But I don’t want it anywhere near my bed or near me. Don’t want its fur making me itchy.”

“I didn’t think witchers were allergic to anything.”

“We aren’t…. I just don’t like cat hair.”

“Okay, Mr. Grumpy.” You gave him a smile, placing your hand on his arm. “Thank you.”

He muttered something incoherent under his breath, eyes flickering back to the cat. 

***

A few days had passed since the kitten came to live within your home. Lambert kept his distance from the cat promptly named Patches due to the patches of orange, black, brown, and white fur it had. 

The witcher was currently in the living room taking a nap on his favorite chair that sat nearest to the fireplace. 

A pressure on his lap began to pull him from his sleep. He shifted around a bit. The weight moved from his lap to his arm. 

Whatever it was, it was warm…. And it seemed to have four points of contact. 

As those thoughts went through Lambert’s head, he found himself suddenly awake and looking down at the cat. Patches looked back up at him and meowed rather loudly. 

“Ah! Fuck!”

Patches continued to walk along his arm, perfectly balanced on his forearm. Its tail flicked back and forth. 

“Y/N!”

“Mommy’s outside with the horses.” Eva spoke from the kitchen table.

“Eva! Eva! Come get the cat!”

“I’m coloring, daddy.”

“Eva Marie!” 

“Daddy, he’s just a little kitty. He’s not gonna hurt you.”

“Eva, come get this cat-,”

“You’re scared of kitty cats!” Eva giggled. “Wait until I tell Uncle Geralt and Uncle Esk!”

“I’ll give the kitty cat to Uncle Geralt and Uncle Esk and let him have it.” Lambert muttered under his breath, mimicking the way Eva has said Eskel’s name. She had yet to learn how to properly say Eskel’s name and was still calling him ‘Esk��� just as she had when she was learning to talk.

Patches meowed again then jumped up onto Lambert’s shoulder. He tensed up, eyes closing tightly as he prepared for something to happen. 

“What are you in here yelling for?” You closed the front door behind yourself. 

“Y/N, I swear. This damn cat is about to be coyote food if you don’t….” Lambert trailed off as Patches curled up on his shoulder. “What-What is it doing?”

“Looks like Patches is getting ready to suck your blood.” You giggled. You moved towards the table, admiring Eva’s drawings. 

Lambert’s glare on the cat softened as he realized it seemed to be falling asleep on his shoulder. Its heartbeat was slowing down and it made a low purring noise. 

“I think daddy’s scared of Patches.” Eva whispered to you. 

You looked over at your husband. He was no longer as tense as what he had been. He even had one hand up on the cat to pet it. 

“I think he’s getting used to him.” You leaned down to kiss her head. 

Eskel

Rain trickled down from dark clouds above the house. Eskel guided his horse towards the barn. Both were eager to get out of the rain. But as Eskel neared the barn door, Scorpion began to pull against the lead and grunt.

“Easy, boy.”

Scorpion made noises of displeasure, backing away from the barn as if something lurked inside that posed a threat. His ears were pressed flat against his head and his nostrils flared. 

Eskel knew what he was trying to say and wouldn’t press him to go any further. Curious and concerned about what was in the barn, he tethered the horse to a post just outside of the barn before entering the structure. 

Though the barn was pitch black, the witcher had no trouble seeing in the dark. 

He could hear the goats before he saw them. They bleated from their enclosure to the right, wanting his attention immediately. He’d greet them after he found out what had Scorpion so upset. 

Venturing further into the barn, your horse stuck its head out of its stable. 

Eskel was confused. The animals in the barn didn’t seem concerned or distraught. Why was Scorpion so afraid?

As he was turned to leave, he caught an unfamiliar scent in the air. It was the distinct odor of wild canine. 

The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he began to follow the scent trial to the very last stall on the left. Peering over the stall door, Eskel spotted a pair of eyes peering up at him. 

***

“Y/N!” He shouted your name as he entered the house. The force at which he barged in spooked you, making you jump to your feet. He was never so loud and disruptive.

“Eskel! What is it?” You panicked, fearing something terrible had happened. 

“There’s a wolf in the barn. Have we lost any of the livestock since I’ve been gone?” He asked, moving towards the window at the back of the house that faced the woods. “Is Lil Bleater still in here?”

“Oh, Eskel.” You put your hand over your heart and laughed softly. 

He turned his head to look at you, eyes widening. Why were you laughing?

“It’s just a pup.”

“And a pup means the mother is nearby. I wanted to make sure you, Nadia, and Bleater were safe before I remove it and take it back to the woods-,”

“NO!” Nadia shouted from the hallway.

Both you and Eskel looked in her direction. 

“Daddy, you can’t take her back!” Nadia shook her head, brows furrowed together as she moved towards you. She tugged at the skirt of your nightgown. “Tell him, mommy! Tell him!”

“We found the pup in the woods a week ago.” You put your hand on her head as you looked at your husband. “It was crying out horribly. Its family had been killed by hunters. So we took it in. Everyone in the barn has adjusted to it.”

“Y/N, it’s…. It’s a wolf.” Eskel spoke quietly, not wanting to upset Nadia. “It won’t stay small forever. It’s dangerous.”

“I know, love. But right now…. Now it’s just a baby.” You offered him a little smile. “It’s just a helpless little thing. Think of when you found Bleater.”

“She’s a goat, Y/N.”

You fell silent. You knew Eskel wouldn’t be happy with the wolf pup being in the barn. It would be dangerous for Nadia and you knew this, but she never went outside without either of you with her anyways. You’d never let harm fall on her. 

You brushed your fingers through Nadia’s hair, looking down at her. 

“Come on, darling. We must go back to bed. I’m sure daddy will come tuck you in momentarily.”

“What about Luna, mommy?”

“Luna?” Eskel repeated. 

“The puppy.”

Eskel sighed, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes. 

“Nadia, love. It’s not a puppy–,”

“But she is, daddy! She’s a puppy and she gives me kisses and nibbles on my fingers when I give her leftovers from dinner!”

“You’ve been feeding it?” Eskel’s eyes shot up to you. 

“I wasn’t going to let it starve out there.”

“I won’t let you take her!” Nadia dashed towards the door but her father was quicker, stepping into her way and placing a hand on the door. 

“Nadia, I’m– I need you to calm down for a moment.” 

“Don’t take her, daddy!”

“I’m not, love. I just need you to calm down. Take a deep breath and calm down for me. Okay? Can you do that?”

Nadia took a deep breath, her brows still furrowed together as she looked at Eskel. 

“It’s late and you need to sleep.” He kissed her temple. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, daddy.”

“In the morning, we can talk about her. About Luna. For tonight, she can stay in the barn.”

Nadia threw her arms around Eskel’s neck, squeezing him tightly. 

“Thank you, daddy! Thank you! Thank you!”

Eskel looked at you as he rubbed her back. 

“We’ll introduce you to Luna in the morning.” You moved to kiss him. “Let’s get little Nadia to bed.”

Geralt

Geralt placed his sword down against the wall next to the front door. He brushed his fingers through his hair, letting out a soft breath as he listened to what was going on throughout the house. 

The house was silent which was quite odd. Bram and Lana were quite a loud pair and always kept you and Geralt on your toes. 

The witcher furrowed his brows, listening carefully for the teenagers. They were out in the backyard. 

“Ew, Lana! Get that thing away from me!”

“Calm down, Bram.”

“Where are you going with that thing?”

“I’m taking it into the house.”

“Are you mad? Mom and dad will kill you!”

A hand on the small of Geralt’s back surprised him. You stood next to him, having just walked into the house. 

“Is everything alright, love?” You asked, brows furrowed together. “I scared you.”

“Just listening to the kids.” Geralt shook his head softly. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “How was your trip to the market?”

“Bountiful. Found Bram new trousers. He’s as rough on clothes as you are.” You began to pull the items out from a basket and satchel you placed on the table. “I also found him a few books I thought he might like. They’re those old folk stories he likes.”

Geralt picked one of the books up, inspecting the cover page. He hummed. 

“He used to read these to Lana when she was little.” 

“He did.” You smiled. “And for Lana, our wild one, I found a few little trinkets and a lovely dagger I thought she’d like. It has a pretty ruby-,”

“Mom! Dad!” Bram came through the back door, unknowingly interrupting you. 

“Hello, Bram.” You greeted him.

“Lana’s going to be in- Ooh, what did you bring home?” He was quickly distracted by the knickknacks you placed on the table. 

“The trousers, the books, and the ring are yours.”

Bram picked up the ring to examine it. 

“It looks like one that Uncle Jaskier wears.”

“It’s very similar. I thought you might like it.”

“Mom! Dad! Come take a look at this!” Lana spoke excitedly as she moved towards the kitchen. 

Geralt lifted his head to look at his daughter. His stomach dropped at the sight of the creature she held in her hands. It was a long black and brown snake. 

“Lana! What are you doing with that thing in the house?” You sighed.

“I wanted to show you the little guy. He looks really cute, doesn’t he?”

“Lana, go put that thing back where you found it.” Geralt spoke rather quickly. 

“Are you afraid of him, daddy? He’s just a little snake.” Lana took a step towards Geralt, who became rigid as he watched the animal carefully. 

“Lana, you’re such a creep!”

“Bram!” You scolded your son. “Lana, we don’t bring wild animals into the house. You’re fourteen. You should know that.”

“But there was a hawk outside and I didn’t want him to get eaten.” Lana frowned, looking down at the snake. It began to slither up her arm towards her neck. “Do you think we could keep him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“But dad!”

“It could be venomous, Lana.”

“Dad, we were talking just last week about getting a pet!”

“A dog, not a snake. Take it out into the forest far enough away that it won’t attack the chickens.”

You could see the tears well up in her eyes as she looked down at the snake. She nodded her head obediently and turned to leave. 

“Bram, go with your sister. Make sure she’s safe.”

As your son left the house, your eyes found Geralt. 

“You’ve faced monsters as big as mountains and yet you’re afraid of a snake?” You moved to put away the items remaining in the basket.

“Y/N, you can’t honestly expect me to let her have one of those in the house, can you?” Geralt furrowed his brows at you.

“It’s a harmless garden snake, Geralt.”

“It could constrict around her.”

You said nothing, humming softly as you moved past your husband. His hand found your arm.

“Dove.” He murmured. “It’s a dangerous animal.”

“I like them.” You looked up at him, searching his golden eyes. “And I think it’s cute that you are fearful of them.”

“Y/N.”

“Fear is a good look in your eyes, dear husband.” You tried to walk away but Geralt slipped his arm around your waist, drawing your body to his. You giggled, allowing him to lean down and kiss your lips. 

“I don’t understand why you like those things.”

“Well I do. And so does your daughter apparently.” You placed your hands on his biceps. “I think…. Geralt, I think you should let her keep it.”

“Dove-,”

“I had a snake when I was young, you know. They are very intelligent and fascinating creatures. And I think she is mature enough for one.”

Geralt turned his head to look at the door. 

“Bram doesn’t like them. Snakes.”

“Then we get him a dog.” You grinned, slipping out of your husband’s arms. 

“But we agreed on one pet.”

“Well we can’t get one a pet that the other won’t like.” You reasoned. 

“You are nothing but trouble, dear wife.”

“Always have been.” You winked at him. 

A grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

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BTS Reaction || Nipple Kink [M]

WARNING: The following piece of writing contains sexual descriptions if you’re underage

For the love of all that is Holy if you’re like Jungkook or your partner is like the Jungkook one please dear god do not use kitchen oil, or olive oil or fucking baby oil for it because you can/will contract a water infection, or another kind of infection if that shit gets inside of you so PLEASE DEAR GOD (first of all don’t take sex advice from smut written on tumblr, explore your desires on your own and/or with a partner) use oils that are SPECFITCALLY designed for sex or sexual acts. PLEASE! I don’t know how else to stress that.

Seokjin:

It was no secret to you that Jin had a nipple kink since he was always sucking on your nipples whenever you were alone, or just playing with your breasts whenever he got the chance and sometimes it wasn't even sexual he just wanted to touch you or be intimate to you without necessarily being inside of you. But tonight was different, he'd been excited about something all week and now it was the weekend he was finally going to show you what he was excited about.

"Jin," You giggled as he walked into the bedroom carrying melted chocolate in a small bowl and a giant can of whipped cream under his arm he had a giant smirk across his face too,

"What are you doing?" He kicked the door closed behind him and got onto the bed next to you putting the bowl down onto the beside table and telling you to remove your shirt and get ready.

"I saw it somewhere-"

"You mean a porn site." You laughed as his ears started turning red but he continued talking to you about what he'd seen online somewhere not admitting that it was in fact, a porn site, that food play would be good for the bedroom and he wanted to combine his two favourite things. Your nipples and food,

"F-Fuck." You whispered as the warm melted chocolate hit your hard nipple and then the cold whipped cream being squirted onto the other, you would be lying if you said it didn't feel good already and he smirked bending down and sucking the chocolate off from them, swirling his tongue around your tits as you through your head back into the pillows as he continued to massage the other one in his hands,

"You enjoying this too Jagiya?" He smirked biting down onto your nipple and tugging at it as you whimpered out his name your hands finding their way into his hair and pulling at the black strands making him let out a breathy groan.

"Jin it feels good." You moaned out as he moved onto the breast with whipped cream covering it repeating the same process as he had done with the chocolate. Sucking and cleaning them while massaging the other and getting ready to apply more chocolate to you.

Yoongi:

"Yoongi, I'm bored." You whined out as you laid on the sofa in his studio, he looked over his shoulder at you to see you laying there in nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of leggings. It was a Sunday which meant you were hanging out in his studio together, something you did every Sunday,

"Are you wearing a bra?" He asked as he stared at your body, your hands covered your breasts and you shook your head at his question.

"I think I know a way to keep us entertained baby," He got up from his desk and left the room, returning a couple of minutes later with a cup full of ice.

"Yoongi?" You questioned as he lifted your legs up and sat down placing your legs back down over his lap, he lifted your shirt up and smirked at you.

"Y-Yoongi someone could-" You let out a moan before you could even finish your sentence, he'd taken one of the ice cubes and had started rolling it around your nipple to get it hard while he fondled the other one in his hand looking up at you as you tried your best to hold back little whines as gasps from the pleasure the ice was giving you.

"Does that feel good?" You nodded unable to form a fully functioning sentence and he smirked up at you switching breasts and taking your already cold hard nipple into his mouth and began to cool it with his mouth, tugging on it and sucking to make your head roll back against the arm of the sofa.

"Yoongi." You whined as he continued to switch from nipple to nipple paying close attention to the way your body reacted whenever he did so. He took an ice cube into his mouth and began dragging it around your nipples that way and you moaned out his name a couple of more times until there was a knock on the door. You sat up and the ice was placed back into the cup on the table while Yoongi went to see who was disturbing you both.

Hoseok:

"JIMIN YOU'RE GOING DOWN!" You screamed throwing a water balloon at him from behind a wall in their back garden, it was one of the hottest recorded days in Seoul so you and the boys decided that it would be a great idea to have a giant water fight in the back garden. Getting balloons, water guns and the sprinkler ready for it,

"Hoseok? What are you doing?!" You asked as he picked you up from behind and began carrying you into the house, the boys were so lost in their own game they hadn't even noticed you being taken away and into the house.

"Fuck look at you." Hoseok groaned pushing you through to the downstairs bathroom where he put you against the door and locked it, you looked down and noticed the white shirt you were wearing was turning practically see-through thanks to the water you'd been hit with.

"I just need one taste." You nodded at him and he pulled the white shirt off your body throwing it somewhere in the room and taking your right breast into his mouth sucking and swirling his tongue around the erect nipple and using his thumb and index finger to tug and play with your left nipple. Your hands went into his brown locks and you let out little whines of pleasure whenever he would suck and pull on your sensitive nipples, Hoseok had always loved playing with your tits and you weren't going to stop him since it always felt so good.

"H-Hobi." You stuttered out when you heard the rest of the boys all coming in from their water fight but he wasn't going to stop he pulled away for a couple of seconds to turn the shower on before pulling you towards it and stripping you out of the rest of the clothes. The night was far from over with him and he wasn't going to stop pleasuring you until you begged him to stop, he'd needed you all day.

Namjoon:

You swatted Namjoon's hand away as you felt it creeping up your shirt for the fourth time in the last ten minutes,

"The boys are here." You whispered so only he could hear you, the boys had all gone around to your apartment to have a chill night in but Namjoon's mind was somewhere else the entire time, he found himself staring at your breasts through the thin tank top you were wearing.

"You know what you do to me." He growled in your ear pressing his hard-on against your thigh and biting down on your ear lobe making you hold back the whimper that was attempting to escape. You knew what he was getting at. You'd recently gone to get your nipple pierced and ever since he'd been obsessed with sucking on your nipples, any chance he had he would do it and you didn't mind, but right now you were in front of the boys and didn't want them to see Namjoon sucking on your nipples.

"No." You whispered to him using all the strength you had in your body to tell him no, you got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen to get some more popcorn for you and the rest of the guys thinking it would end the needy Namjoon that had been sitting beside you. You were wrong less than two seconds after you left the room he followed you pressing his hard-on against your ass as you leant against the kitchen counter,

"Just one little taste?" He whispered making your legs weak and your stomach flip.

"N-Namjoon they could walk in any minute." He groaned at you and turned you around not hearing a no he lifted your shirt up to expose your breast.

"No bra? You're really testing me tonight." He smirked taking one nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, using his hand to massage and tug on the other one. Your head rolled back hitting the cupboard behind you and he smirked around your nipple, nibbling on it before switching breasts and paying attention to the other one, his tongue and the metal bar were giving you the pleasure was making your legs shake, nothing compared to what he would normally do if you were alone but you were sure if he did this long enough you could cum like that without him even touching your throbbing core.

He pulled away once the microwave was done and smirked at you as you whined out for him to touch you again, he pulled your thin tank top down and kissed your forehead,

"The boys are here Jagiya." You glared at him as he walked back into the living room carrying a bowl of popcorn with a smile across his face so you followed behind him deciding payback was going to be a bitch.

Jimin:

When you had agreed to go on holiday with the boys you thought they would pick a warmer climate to go to but it turned out they all wanted to go somewhere cold, and snowy where they could spend most of their day's snowboarding and you would spend all of your day's curled up in front of the fireplace reading a book you had packed.

"Just come out once, you'll love it," Taehyung said as he tried to convince you to go out and have a snowball fight with them, you closed the book and got up from the armchair.

"If I get hit by one snowball I'll cry...But I'll build a snowman." You said as you grabbed your coat and headed outside of the cabin to get ready when you were hit with six snowballs all at once.

"That's it!" You yelled jokingly running back into the house and going to sit in front of the fireplace, all you heard was laughter before the door to the cabin shut.

"It was just a joke baby." Jimin laughed coming over to you and staring at you, you were about to reply when you noticed his eyes were focused on your breasts. Nothing new for Jimin but he seemed transfixed on them,

"You're nipples." He mumbled staring at them and licking his lips, you smirked getting up from the floor and taking his hand in yours pulling him towards the bedroom where you pulled the shirt from your body to reveal your rock hard nipples from the snow that had hit you.

"You like?" You asked staring at him, he'd never expressed a nipple kink to you before but you could tell by the look on his face that was what was going through his mind, you cupped one of your breasts and began massaging them but he took over for you, taking one in his hand and the other in his mouth sucking and tugging on the hard nipples making you moan out his name as he did so.

"Shit Jimin, I d-didn't know you liked them this much." He moaned out around them and pulled away continuing to massage them as he spoke,

"I didn't until now." He attached himself once more and continued to suckle on them making you let out little whines as he laid you down onto the bed.

Taehyung:

You'd been depriving Taehyung of sex for the last two weeks since you went and got your nipples pierced and you wanted it to be a secret for him as a little surprise since he had always expressed his love for your nipples and having a nipple kink.

"What's this?" Taehyung asked one night as he found you applying a cream to your nipples, you turned around to see him and he smirked as you covered your body from him.

"I thought we'd gotten past being shy baby." You blushed at him and dropped your hands away to reveal the percings that you had gotten done and his mouth fell open as he saw what you had been hiding from him,

"Shit baby." He groaned rushing over to you and taking your breasts into his hands and looked at them,

"Can I?" You nodded knowing they were healed and were okay for him to touch and play with now

"When did you get them done?" You smirked as he attached his mouth to one nipple and playing with the other, spinning the small metal bar around sending pleasure through your body as he did so.

"S-Shit, two weeks ago." You whimpered as he continued to suck on your nipple tugging on it before switching breasts and doing the same to your other one,

"I bought something else too." You whispered going over to the bedside drawer, he watched as you reached inside and pulled out nipple ring clamps and he smirked at you,

"I can't switch them over for another four weeks but I figured you'd want to see them now." He growled at you coming over and attaching himself onto your nipple yet again, moaning out his name you rolled your head back and put your hands in his hair never wanting it to stop.

Jungkook:

Jungkook came into the room with a small black bag in his hands and he was surprised to see you home from work already,

"Kookie? What's that?" You asked as he tried to hide the bag behind his back but it was too late you'd already seen it and wanted to know what was inside.

"N-nothing." You got up from the bed and walked over to him, taking the bag from his hands and emptying the contents onto the bed behind you. A bottle of flavoured love oil, soap and some lube was laying there and you looked at him knowing what they were for, he'd talked to you about his nipple kink before and you told him you wanted to indulge in it as well.

"You want me to get oily baby?" You giggled at him as you picked up the sex oil that he'd gotten and showed him the bottle he had picked up, he'd clearly done his research because it was the kind safe for sex. You stripped out of your shirt and bra before opening the lid and pouring it onto your breasts and nipples before staring at Jungkook with puppy dog eyes.

"Do I have to do this by myself." He was no longer blushing anymore, he was massaging the strawberry flavoured oil into your breasts and took one into his mouth sucking on the nipple and making you moan out his name as you fell back onto the bed.

"Fuck Kookie." You giggled as he continued to hungrily suck and play with your nipples, moaning out around you whenever you would tug on his hair and moan out his name from the pleasure he was giving you.

Again please for the love of God do you research before using any kind of oil, lube or other products on your skin.

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Heyy, could I ask if you could write a different ending of the scenting fic with Levi or Belphie? Have a good rest of the day!🙈

hi!! yess, I’d be happy to! I actually plan on writing one for each of the brothers scenting her if I don’t get lazy, so here is Levi! & you have a great day as well~🍓

“Leviathan’s Scenting” Obey Me Smut #3

Switch! Leviathan x Female! MC

Introduction: the avatar of envy is livid at the fact that Mammon claimed MC first, causing a new side of him to come out. In fear of someone else claiming her before he can, he doesn’t plan on letting her rest after Mammon’s prior pounding.

Warnings: VERY SPICY, rough vaginal sex, pegging, spanking, tail usage ;), somnophilia, face-fucking, breeding, scenting, fingering, degradation, begging, overall spicy spice & Levi being both a rough dom and total sub

The younger brothers had given up on getting to MC because of how protective Mammon was being of her. Demon form out, fangs bared, low growling and snarls if anyone got too close, it was an intimidating sight to see. Despite their constant teasing and insulting, Mammon is still the second-born and is more powerful than all of them except Lucifer, which Levi knew firsthand after a certain “being face-slammed into the ground by a stark naked Mammon” incident. So, he needed a plan to get the rest of his brothers away from the door and Mammon out of MC’s room.

“Come on, guys, he’s not gonna let up. Let’s just see her when she wakes up and demands Mammon let her leave her room,” Levi suggested in a nonchalant manner, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets to not seem as if he was planning something.

“He’s right, she’ll want to come out eventually and Mammon can’t refuse so we can pounce on her then,” Belphie stated followed by a stretch and a yawn as he began to make his way back to his room.

Beel went in the opposite direction obviously towards the kitchen. “I’m hungry. I planned on eating her out, but I guess that’ll have to wait,” he sighed out in a disappointed manner as Levi’s face reddened to go along with his normal character.

“Oi! We don’t wanna know that!” Levi hissed, covering his face.

“Ah, I beg to differ~!” Asmo chimed in, following after Beel’s tall figure. “Tell me all the juicy details on what you plan on doing with her, Beel! Body parts included please~” his voice trailing as they got farther away. Levi fist-pumped excitedly at his triumphant plan of getting rid of his younger brothers and all that was left was to get Mammon out of MC’s room and preoccupied for a while. Making his way to Lucifer’s room, he knocked three times when suddenly his older brother appeared at the door.

“Hello, dear older brother! May I, your dear younger brother, ask a favor?” Levi asked hopefully as he looked up at Lucifer’s quizzical gaze. Sighing, Lucifer put a hand on his temple and began to massage.

“I assume you want me to kick Mammon out of MC’s room and keep him preoccupied with one of my lectures, so you can have your way with her?” Lucifer proposed, a knowing glint in his eye.

“A-Ah, how did you know?” Levi shrunk, his prior confidence depleting at a rapid rate.

“Firstly, I can smell Mammon’s scenting quite pungently from my room hence why I’ll be doing my duties for Lord Diavolo outside the house,” he started, pinching his nose to prove a point. “Secondly, you’re the avatar of envy, I expect this from you,” he continued.

“So, it’s a no then?” Levi sighed, drooping his head, earning a “tsk, tsk,” from Lucifer. Forcing Levi to look up with a stern grip on his chin, Lucifer looked down at him with a sharp gaze.

“Don’t be so quick to give up, brother,” Lucifer stated. “I guess I’ll give you the luxury of being the second one to scent her, but I assume you know she’s mine nonetheless,” he continued, lifting an eyebrow while keeping his hand on Levi’s chin. Levi looked at him with wide eyes before avoiding his gaze, not answering back. “I’ll be lenient and take that as a yes, if it’s not then you’ll learn once I ravage her,” Lucifer sighed, before pushing Levi aside and making his way to MC’s room.

“Th-thank you,” Levi stuttered out, already antsy from anticipation of finally getting to claim MC.

“It’s fine, I was planning on telling Mammon off anyway for scenting her first as she is mine,” he replied, waving off Levi before entering the room where he was hit with what he called “Mammon’s putrid scent”. In barely any time at all, Mammon whispered a “I’ll be back” to a soundly sleeping MC and was fully dressed as he followed behind Lucifer in an act of obedience before booking it out the House of Lamentation right when he exited her room. “Maammooon,” Lucifer drawled out, before following after him.

Levi was quick to enter her room, gagging at the strong smell of Mammon in the room, he instantly locked the door before making his way to MC’s sleeping figure on the bed. He palmed at his already rock-hard erection as he looked at her serene face. He hovered over her, peppering soft kisses all over her face as he let out labored breaths. Pulling aside the sheets, he let out a quiet moan at the sight of her naked body before running his hands up and down it. “So soft,” he whispered before dipping down and encapturing one of her nipples in his mouth. Suckling and nibbling until it was bright red, causing her to shuffle and let out quiet noises from underneath him. He circled his clothed bulge against her naked sex resulting in a low groan coming out of him.

Not wanting to wait any longer, he pumped one finger in to her pussy and moaned at how it clamped down on his finger and sucked it further inside. He wanted to be inside of her so badly but knew he had to wait, but that didn’t stop his demon form from coming out from excitement. Pushing a second of his long fingers in to her, he pushed it slowly in and out whilst also circling her clit with his thumb. She mewled underneath him, back slightly arching but not enough to wake her up. Not being able to wait any longer, he ripped off his clothes and rubbed his already dribbling out pre-cum over his length before positioning himself at her entrance. Thrusting inside with one fluid motion, he groaned loudly while scrunching his eyes closed at the feeling. A loud moan escaped MC as her eyes shot open at the feeling of her walls being stretched, her vision blurry before she saw the familiar purple-headed demon on top of her.

“Levi? AH!” She yelped when he thrust into her again.

“F-fuck, you’re tight,” Levi choked out before beginning to pound into her. Her whole body moved with each of his thrusts as she dipped a hand down to rub at her clit but Levi was quick to wrap his tail around both her hands and hold them above her head. Moaning at her now vulnerable state, Levi groaned and picked up the pace at the sight of her bouncing breasts. He raised her leg and set it on to his shoulder as both their eyes rolled back at the new angle.

“Kiss, kiss, please,” MC begged, trying to pull against her restraints to grab him which Levi complied to. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down and captured his lips with fervor as their tongues explored every inch of each other’s mouths. Moaning into her mouth, Levi could feel his climax coming as he began to ram into her with no mercy. Quickly picking her up off his dick by pulling her arms over her head with his tail, she whined from loss of contact as he laid on his back before promptly dropping her back onto his dick. The weight of her on his cock so suddenly causing his climax to draw nearer as he thrust up into her and used her arms to bounce her up and down as her head bobbed.

“Cum with me, senpai! I’m gonna release it deep inside while you cum around my cock!” He groaned, holding her arms so tightly while bouncing her up and down that she knew they’d bruise but she didn’t care as she was filled with ecstasy.

“Yes, Levi! Just like that!” She yelled out before her climax hit her so suddenly that she was seeing stars. Her pussy held a vice grip on his dick causing him to go over the edge as he moaned long and loud while releasing inside her. His eyes rolled back and tongue stuck out as he rode out his high before dropping her arms and throwing his head back from bliss. She fell on to his chest, a blissful smile on her face as she looked up at him with lidded eyes. Feeling a bit like teasing, she put her mouth on his nipple before giving it multiple harsh sucks causing his eyes to snap open and a gasp to leave his lips. She continued to mark all over him, sucking and nibbling until bruises bloomed which made Levi naturally buck into her as he was still inside her. “Oh~is someone getting hard again?” She giggled as she felt his dick quickly begin hardening inside her yet again. Her teasing was short-lived though, because he was quick to pull her off him and push her head into the mattress with her ass up.

“You wanna tease, senpai? Is that what you’re trying to do? Unfortunately for you, I’m not milked enough to be completely submissive to you quite yet,” he chuckled out before using his tail to give her a harsh smack across her ass, watching it jiggle triumphantly as it quickly began to bloom red. She gasped at the feeling.

“Does that mean you will eventually, Levi-Chan?” She hissed out as he smacked her yet again before rubbing soft circles on the red spot. He laughed while trailing his tail down her spine as she shivered.

“You wanna see me fucked and complete putty underneath you, don’t you...senpai~” he whispered into her ear, accentuating the word “senpai”. “Well, I don’t know if a normie like you can do that~maybe I’ll give it a try after this,” he ended before smacking her ass yet again followed by stuffing his tail into her mouth. He groaned at the feeling, the head of his tail being extremely sensitive as he kneaded at her ass aggressively. She gurgled around his tail as he pushed it deeper into her throat while he rubbed his hard-on against her asshole slicking it with his pre-cum. “You’re mouth feels good around my tail but it’d feel better around my cock~” he said in a sing-songy voice before taking out his tail and lifting her up to replace it with his dick. He groaned loudly at the feeling as she went to work, sucking harshly on the head before deep-throating it. Using his tail to rub at her clit, he threw his head back at the vibrations of her moan. His back hit the bed as she pushed him down, using one hand to pin his hands while the other pinned his waist to keep him from thrusting. He was weak from bliss as she continued pleasuring him so he didn’t fight back as she bobbed her head faster. “A-Ah, I’m close!” He yelled out, almost reaching his high before she took her mouth off with a pop. “W-whyy?” He whined, wriggling underneath her as she smirked at him.

“Beg, baby boy~” she teased, giving kitten licks to the tip. His face erupted into a blush at the nickname and he didn’t put up much of a fight after that.

“Please, please, please let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours! I’ll do anything, please senpai. I’ll be a good baby boy, please!” He moaned out.

“Anything?” She drawled, blowing on his cock which made it twitch.

“Yes! Yes anything, senpai!” He replied, the rest of his words becoming nonsense as she placed her mouth back on and sucked him to completion. He released into her mouth, watching with lidded eyes as pleasure wrecked through his body when she swallowed it all.

“Mm, you’re delicious baby boy!” She praised which he whimpered at happily. “Now~what would you like senpai to do to you?” she asked, capturing his mouth with hers as she held his face to deepen the kiss. He was left breathless from the kiss as he panted.

“C-can you f-fuck me in the ass?” He breathed out. She pulled back in a surprised manner before sheepishly pushing a stray hair aside.

“I’m sorry, Levi, but I don’t necessarily have...a dick,” she said hesitantly, a blush adorning her face.

“N-no, I mean, ughh, that’s not what I meant!” Levi stuttered out, putting both his hands on his face to hide the embarrassment. “M-my pants pocket,” he whispered, pointing at where it was on the floor. Cocking her head to the side, she got off the bed, steadying herself after realizing how shaky her legs were, and dipped a hand into his pocket. Automatically feeling something hard, she grasped it and pulled it out to reveal a strap-on. It was much girthier than his and just about an inch longer in length as well, it also seemed expensive as it looked realistic and was skin-colored.

“Oh~what’s this? Levi, you naughty boy,” she laughed, making her way back to the bed. His whole face was red at this point but that didn’t stop his lidded gaze as she put it around her waist. “Such a lewd face, are you anticipating it?” She continued before noticing something. “It matches my skin tone! Now I don’t think that’s a coincidence, baby boy,” she whispered, using the pre-cum coming out his yet again hardened length to slick both his whole and the strap-on. “Care to explain?”

“I-I fantasize about you claiming my ass a lot so I d-decided to buy what I imagine you p-pounding me with on Akuzon,” he squeaked while she pushed in a single finger into his tight hole. He scrunched his eyes at the foreign feeling.

“And is this the first time using it?” MC questioned as she noted how tight he was.

“Y-yes. I’m a premium member at Akuzon so I ordered it two days ago and it arrived for me yesterday at noon for free shipping,” he began rambling nervously as she pushed his legs back into a w-position, followed by a loud groan when she pushed in a second finger.

“Wow, interesting. I’ll have to use your account sometime, Levi-Chan. Maybe we can buy more fun things to try!” MC suggested nonchalantly while pumping her fingers before adding a third as Levi’s back arched. “Right?” she fished for a reply despite the noises leaking out his mouth.

“Mhm!” Levi yelped out, closing his eyes as he set his head against the headboard. “Please put your dick inside me, senpai,” he begged, feeling impatient.

“Don’t mind if I do,” MC giggled, pulling his head away from the headboard by his thighs and pushing his hole against the strap-on before slowly rocking it inside.

“ffuck!” He yelled out as MC put both her hands on his hips to steady him. “Yes, yes, yes! Pound into me! Use me as your fuck toy! I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!” He continued, something in him snapping as she continued to rut into him.

“‘Mhm, you’re my slutty bitch, aren’t you? A total pervert, you’ve probably jerked yourself off to this very fantasy multiple times, haven’t ya?” She laughed, quickening the pace and intensity of her thrusts. Levi wasn’t able to give a reply as drool pooled from the sides of his mouth as his eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out. A string of the most lewd and high pitched moans leaking out his mouth with every thrust against his prostate. “Aww, you’re so cute, Levi-Chan! I love seeing you completely fucked underneath me!”

“Harder-close!” He choked, throwing his head back so far she could see his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down. Dipping down to suck and kiss on it, she complied to his wants, angling so every harsh thrust hit his prostate spot on. Levi let loose a loud scream followed by needy and lewd whines as he was hit with the strongest orgasm he had ever had. His whole body spasmed as he spurted all over himself, his orgasm coming wave after wave as MC continued pounding into him for him to ride it out. It was long and messy as cum continued shooting out his dick, it becoming almost too much as he saw white from pleasure. Finally coming down from the high, he collapsed back onto the bed with heavy pants. “Ahh! It still feels so good!” He sighed as she pulled out of him.

Throwing the strap-on aside, she covered them both with the sheets as she wiped off his plethora of cum with it. Cuddling into him, she placed soft and loving kisses all over his face and body. “I love you, Leviathan” she cooed, causing him to blush despite his dazed state.

“I-I love you too, MC,” he mumbled out against her neck as he continued to rub his neck against hers incessantly, making sure he scented just as much as Mammon did if not more. Their bliss was short-lived yet again as loud raps shook the door.

“Levi, you snake!” Belphie’s angered voice rang out as he kicked at the door.

“Ara ara, the smell is immaculate,” Asmo giggled, shaking the door handle. “Could I join?”

“Who knew Levi would become MC’s bitch?” Satan’s voice chuckled out.

“Me,” Beel spoke up, his mouth sounding half-full.

“Yeah, how would you not know? Levi screams switch energy leaning heavily towards sub,” Asmo said in a “duh” tone.

“OI! WHATS THAT SMELL??” Mammon’s voice was loud despite sounding farther away. At that point, both Levi and MC had passed out in each other’s embrace.

I actually like this one wayy better than Mammon’s haha probably because I was slightly in the right mind when I wrote it rather than writing it at 6 am like the last one. Hope you liked switchy Levi!

Request away if you’re reading this!

I also think I might already have an idea on who’s next for this series ;))

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Chapter 21 - Game of War

TW: guns, minor character death, recapture, bound and gagged

Tag list: @whatwasmyprevioususername @milk-carton-whump @whumpasaurus101 @whatwhumpcomments @mnmlover2002 @ashintheairlikesnow

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One particularly large raindrop hit Charlie’s window, making a loud enough smack to wake him. His eyes opened to see Sasha, who began nibbling at his nose.

“Good morning, sweet girl,” He greeted softly. She let out a tiny meow, as if she was returning the sentiment. Charlie pet her for a little while before sitting up and stretching.

The bones in his legs cracked as he stood from his bed. He opened the bag of cat food and shoveled a scoop into Sasha’s bowl. He realized he hadn’t given her any water, and apologized to her before heading out to the kitchen. Nobody was in the kitchen nor the living room, and Charlie was almost grateful. He filled a small bowl with water and took it back into his room, setting it on the floor for Sasha.

He went back out to make himself something to eat, and decided on cereal. He had a dull headache, most likely from all the crying he had done the night before. Ethan emerged from his room as Charlie sat down at the table with his cereal.

“Hey,” Charlie said.

“Morning. How do you feel?” Ethan asked.

“I’m fine,” Charlie replied.

Ethan made himself a bagel before sitting at the table. Charlie scrolled through Instagram mindlessly, bored of seeing the same shit from high school “friends”.

“Wanna talk about what happened last night?” Ethan asked.

“Not really,” Charlie replied, not looking up from his phone.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, he’s not mad at you anymore. I explained to him that you have Stockholm Syndrome, and he felt like an arse.”

Charlie dropped his spoon.

“The fuck is that?”

“You haven’t heard of it? It’s when somebody bonds with their captor. There’s even been cases of hostages falling in love with their captors,” Ethan explained.

“Okay, wait. I’m not in love with him,” Charlie said.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“I don’t think it’s that, Ethan. I feel guilty about it.”

“Well, it’s a complex thing. There hasn’t been much research, unfortunately. Either way, Crow isn’t upset anymore, and that means we can focus on figuring out what the hell we’re going to do.”

They finished eating, and Ethan decided to go for a jog. Charlie had the house to himself. He wasn’t sure where the others had gone, but it wasn’t uncommon for them to go into town for any number of errands. He raided the medicine cabinet for ibuprofen, then tried to make himself useful by tidying up. He swept the floors, wiped down the kitchen, and cleaned the windows.

As he finished shining the last window, he saw the Jeep pull up to the house. Crow, Deke, and Adrian walked in with a few shopping bags. Crow motioned for Charlie to follow him outside. They went into the yard, and Crow offered him a cigarette.

“I just wanted to apologize,” Crow said, “I was drunk and angry, which isn’t an excuse for my actions, but I would never have done that if I was sober.”

“I forgive you. I think you have the right to be upset with me,” Charlie replied.

“No, I don’t. You’re… hurt. I don’t know all that you’ve been though, and I should have been more understanding.”

“It’s okay.”

They stood silently, taking drags off of their cigarettes. The tension seemed to melt away, and Charlie was glad that this hadn’t ended up a lasting conflict.

“I finally got command to talk,” Crow finally spoke.

“What’d they say?” Charlie asked.

“They want us to let him go. The whole conversation just felt off, and I can’t help but shake the feeling that Mallory is telling the truth. I don’t know about the assassination part of it, but they want this dropped.”

Charlie threw his cigarette on the ground and snuffed it out with his shoe.

“So they’re just going to let him get away with all this?”

“That’s what it sounds like. But, if we let him go, you know as well as I do that he’s not going to leave us alone.”

“Right.”

Crow dropped his cigarette and they went back inside. Ethan was back from his jog, making a smoothie in the kitchen. After he was done with the blender, Crow called for everyone to gather at the dining table.

“I’m going to attempt to get more information from him about this conspiracy,” he said, “I don’t need all of you down there, but I want you to listen from the door, at least.”

He, Charlie, and Adrian went downstairs, while Ethan and Deke waited by the door. Mallory looked paler than usual, probably due to the lack of sustenance.

“Tell us more about this supposedly partnership you have with the government,” Crow said.

“Why? Do you finally believe me?” Mallory asked.

“Not sure yet. Talk.”

“I guarantee you that you’ll all be dead within a week if you don’t do anything. Not that I care,” Mallory said.

Crow glanced at Adrian and Charlie before responding.

“Why?” He questioned.

“Like I said, I was supposed to kill you. It was my way of telling them that they could trust me, by giving them an alibi,” Mallory said.

“Why didn’t you kill us, then?” Adrian asked.

“They didn’t say I couldn’t have a little fun first,” Mallory replied.

Suddenly, Ethan and Deke began to yell, and unfamiliar voices joined in the cacophony. Crow ran to the gun closet, fumbling with the two padlocks for a moment before getting the door open. He threw pistols to Charlie and Adrian, before arming himself and aiming upstairs.

Rudy appeared in the doorway with his gun pointed at Ethan’s head, using him as a shield.

“Drop your weapons and back away, or this twink gets his head blown off,” he threatened.

Charlie backed into the corner where he couldn’t be seen. Crow and Adrian dropped their guns once they realized Charlie’s plan. Rudy threw Ethan to the side and started down the steps, his gun locked on the pair. Mallory kept silent.

When Rudy came into his sights, Charlie fired his gun until it was empty. Five or six men flooded into the basement screaming, rifles at the ready. They were left with no choice but to drop to their knees and surrender. As their wrists were being bound, Mallory was freed.

They were forced up the stairs at gunpoint. Ethan and Deke were already bound. Mallory took an apple from the kitchen and ate it while he paced around.

“Get them loaded up,” he said.

They were filed out the door to four black vans parked in front of the house. Crow and Deke were put into one, Ethan and Adrian into another, and Charlie was alone in the last one. He assumed the other one was for the remaining soldiers.

After a few minutes, Mallory climbed into the passenger seat. He threw a duffel bag next to Charlie. Sasha climbed up onto his shoulder.

“Thanks for taking care of her, love,” he said.

Charlie didn’t say a word. His mind was blank, and he found himself dissociating.

“And thanks for taking care of Rudy. Never thought I’d get rid of that fool.”

Mallory didn’t speak to him again for the rest of the drive, besides threatening him whenever they stopped for fuel. Charlie had somehow managed to doze off, and only woke up when the rear doors were opened. He found himself at the compound again. Only, he wasn’t lead inside. He was walked to the runway, where a cargo plane was waiting, along with the rest of his team. A blindfold and a gag later, they were loaded into the plane.

Being in the same position for seventeen hours wasn’t comfortable, to say the least. The cloth dug into the corner’s of Charlie’s mouth, and he wanted a drink of water more than anything. His legs had forgotten how to work after being stuck for so long. He stumbled as he was lead off the plane, and the first thing he noticed was how much warmer it was wherever they were.

It was a long walk until the relief of air conditioning hit him in the face. A few doors opened, until he heard some keys jingle, and he was lead through one final door. His hands were freed, and the door was shut. He ripped off the blindfold and the gag, and was confused to find himself somewhere that resembled a cheap hotel room. There was no window, and the furniture consisted of a twin bed with no sheets, dresser, desk and chair, and a small lamp. There was a tiny bathroom at the front of the room, which he immediately utilized.

Charlie then tried the door, which was of course locked. Not knowing what else to do, he lied on the bed, and tried to make sense of this new situation.